Pushing on through the pain was Geoff’s forte
Running through the low bushes scrapped his legs raw
Every breath was labored, oxygen a rare commodity
Sounds of pursuit began to grow
Sending Geoff into more of a panic
Urging more speed from his spent limbs, he tumbled to the ground
Realizing fleeing was no longer an option, Geoff stood up, picking up a branch
Even a lump of coal could become a diamond. Time to see what he was made of
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