Runner’s World
When all disappears except the pounding of feet
My mind can turn off and sleep to the beat,
It’s a time out of time; I don’t know when it ends,
But when I return I am happy, wherever I’ve been.
I post whatever is on my mind at the moment. I hope it turns out to seem like an actual blog and not just a random collection of nothing. It should be a random collection of poetry, sweet links, and thoughts I haven't yet decided to turn into poetry.
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