Distance to Run

I have miles and more miles for our days,
I can keep each man and woman in style.

Each kilometre is the running man's gift,
A pleasant run of folding the legs and
Milk is the churning of having.

Of them there is a new danger of hope,
A danger on hope.

poem by Naveed AkramReport problemRelated quotes
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