Fast: Poem

By Josh Vogt (TheLorian)

Fred would run across the land

And rush quite fast over the sand

So he would move from place to place

To feel the wind about his face.

Many would try to keep up with Fred

Any who did were not long ahead

Nobody could match him as he sped.

Running was so natural for him

Under the shade where the light was dim

Nothing bothered him and he wasn’t grim

So he often runs, headed out on a whim.

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