Circuit poem
circuits are when i ...Exercise to get fit for cross country
We move clockwise, there are many different stations.
I see sweaty bodies walking past me
people zigzaging, back and forth till the whistle blows
we stop .
I can hear people huffing and puffing, music playing
feet stomping the whistle blowing.
I smell sweaty bodies, sand, puddles and
fresh air.
I touch the ground ,the wall .
circuits.
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