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The Discus
Butterflies fly around in my stomach,
I breathe in and out to calm myself down,
Excitement starts to flow through my veins for anticipation of my next throw,
They call my name and I walk to the ring,
The discus feels light in my hand as I begin my windup,
First to the right then to the left, my arm sways,
I begin the first turn, my shoes seems to glide across the ring like ice skates on a frozen lake,
I reach the middle of the ring and take my last, fast turn,
When I reach the front of the ring I release with all my heart,
It soars out of my hand and I smile,
I smile for the joy and pride I feel after every throw,
Because I know I did my best, and that is all anyone can ask for.
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