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Solitude


The Phantom Jogger of Hessle,
Too shy to train in the light
So he did all his training by
The wee small hours of the night.
He dressed head to toe in black
And to add to his disguise
He wore a balaclava which
Only showed his eyes.

Such an awesome figure as he
Sped through the dark
In and out of the backstreets
And through the Country Park,
Along the Humber bank
Under the bridges span
Enjoying the solitude  
As only a loner can.

But he kept to his schedule
As such folks generally do
Ensuring he was back home
Each night about half past two.
The Phantom Jogger of Hessle,
Making sure his secret life persisted
And none of his neighbours knew
That the Phantom even existed.



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Solitude