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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: The Runner

On a flat road runs the well-train’d runner,
He is lean and sinewy with muscular legs,
He is thinly clothed, he leans forward as he runs,
With lightly closed fists and arms partially rais’d.

Leaves of Grass

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