my shoes kicking gravel
catching up, cut-off time
my legs are okay but my
breathing is pretty fast
i get to stop light, wait
traffic-man busy on cars
i jog while looking alert
for go signal to cross
i made to turnstiles
on time and few minutes
to spare; am very happy
nice exercise in morning
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