Sprint (an acrostic poem)

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Scurrying thoughts running crazy inside his head

Put him on his mental treadmill, trying to exercise them away

Reaching an exhaustion level that would allow him to fall unconscious

It sometimes worked, but tonight the ideas and thoughts were too fast

Not that he gave up dashing after them, but waking hours passed slowly

That’s what made the alarm the next morning such a rude starting pistol for the new day

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Sarah eventually got her group to her cabin on the mountain

Her cache of weapons were gone though, and that made her nervous

As she looked over the clearing, Sarah wondered where the thieves had gone

Reaching for her pistol, she called out for two of her group to follow

Everyone had to pull their weight, but Sarah wondered for how long

 

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