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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I miss my cross-country knees

I miss the runs
exploring the day
letting it wake
Not in any hurry
neither me nor the morning
Not really going anywhere
letting my mind wander
I miss morning runs.

Knees creaky now
Worn out by rugby
No longer the springyness of 16
Miss those long runs
miss that personal time
As the day awakens
Posted by No Filter: The Book at 7:26 AM
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