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On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me . . .
Twelve months of running
Eleven dogs a-biting
Ten days a-limping
Nine toenails blackening
Eight maids massaging
Seven thoughts of quitting
Six less pounds a-weighing
Four blown-out shoes
. . . and a time that will qualify me!
* * * Happy shopping, Merry Christmas, and Long May You Run!
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