(The race began,his steps confident with your red cloth tied to his head.But when it slipped away mid-run,his rhythm faltered. You rushed to the finish line, cheering, calling him back. The moment his eyes found you, his strength returned. He crossed the line and straight into your arms. You held him tight as cheers shook the ground.And from the podium, your principal’s proud voice rose:)“You’ve not only won the race,Today.. you’ve made our college shine.You are the pride of us all.”
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