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Written June 30, 1999
The shuffling squeaks of feet
Sound across the concrete
The clangs vibrate indefinitely
Cries of encouragement
And admiration
And informants of location
Slide freely around the tense expanse
Of oxygen-rich air
Air that reeks of energetic happiness
And excitement
The language of the moment
Is spoken in rhythmic poundings
Whistling through space
To make a crash course with the ground
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