Prompt and redy, standing alert prepared to launch
The gun fires, gunning for the goal
Heart pounding, blood racing
Her shoes of fire, her mind clear
Hearing only her feet against the pavement
The crowd watches, cheers for her
Focussed on speed, the track yearns for victory
And to win she must accelerate
Quicken like the breeze to the kite
Fast like an engine, her determination becomes victory
Her victory, a legend
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