Twas a fine afternoon,
A beatiful day,
The year's first trail run,
An evening to play.
Snowless trails aplenty,
58 degrees,
First time for t-shirts,
Shorts and bare knees.
St. Patty's Day today,
Prefer running over beer or song,
My white knees a flailing,
Irish heritage, I belong.
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