The Run

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A sum of a thousand

and more heads, breaths brushing, dash by

for those who are the cause. Each of them run forward.

Little feet skip like frogs, and scamper

the field, no obstacle daring to keep them

back.

For those who are the cause, the ones who had to stay

behind, everyone runs in

motion.

For those who are the cause,

mothers join fathers

and pace themselves, as they watch their kin.

They choose to race, these sons

and these daughters, sprint eagerly

legs moving, and darting in honor of the legs that lie

in bed.

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