forget the second wind,
you are on
your third or fourth by now,
getting up,
and going at it.
work
and love,
play
and sweat.
sucking it up, tying
on a new
pair of shoes,
putting the shine on.
how many more
winds
exist in these lungs,
who's to know.
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