Clockwise

                                       - - - - - - -
                            Around 12 times, and
                     I've only just begun. The last
                 11 yet undone. Unsettled by the 1
             But I'll manage. Carefully I take a step,
          10 toes in line, I take a breath. My own 2
          eyes do clearly see the shadow up ahead. 
         9 times out of every ten, it seems, it takes 3
           Bad mistakes to learn the trend. Arise, at
             8 this morning, move another toe-- by 4
               oclock abhorring what I'll never know.
                     7 days of nightmares; the past 5
                            years. And 6 laps to go.
                                        - - - - - - -

 

The End

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