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I'm used to running in the dark
Cars are honking, dogs will bark
Cross the pavement
Through the park
Stealthy strides and lots of sweat
Morning lights and silhouette
But I had a restless night
And this morning
I saw the light
What a scary, obese sight
My pace was slower than a snail
As I crept along the trail
Whale sighting wherever I roam
Gratefully I made it home
Still need to lose the middle tire
Maybe I'm just an old vampire
Back to the early morning run
No more running in the sun

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