sometimes I start running;
sometimes I'm a shadow,
some days find me sunning.
Some nights I'm a sleeper
other nights I dream;
some days I'm a fixer,
sometimes I rip seams.
Mornings, I drink coffee
unless I'm drinking tea:
a slice of pie for breakfast,
or nothing else for me.
Sometimes I go flying,
occasionally I'll swim.
These days find me losing-
eventually I'll win.
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