Walking To Rio

Somewhere in my town tonight
Are real fast folks who don’t walk right.
Tomorrow they’ll race twenty K
And not once from the earth they’ll stray
From start to finish–one foot touches
Pavement always. It’s as much as
I can do to touch at all!
(I’ve got short legs, although I’m tall,
So sometimes they don’t make it down
To where the planners placed the ground.)
Wag those hips! This Salemite
Will help you dream of rings tonight.

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