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Apr 2014
It's 5 a.m. & I think
I'm going to go
pound the pavement,
feel the breeze on my face,
the sweat run down my back
& hear my knees crack.

But, I'm just lying here
contemplating,
should I run around the block
once, twice, thrice,
or wait until the
sunrise of tomorrow
to decide over
another
sweet-tasting donut?

Yum...
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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