Runner
When I was young I ran
As fast as I could in a tram
It was a vehicle of life
Not sanctioned by my wife.
Now I run for fun
Fun in the sun
The sun and the burn
The sanction we must learn.
I run, its insane
With my heart and my cane
Ran for cover
And another lover
Runner and lover
Simply under cover.
poem by John Shea
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