April started off slowly,

the others seemed so fast;

by the time they’d reached the bend,

April was running at last.

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She took the time to warm up,

wore all the right gear for the track;

and that’s our little April,

the one in the lead at the back.

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Slowly she made her progress

like a pilgrim who seeks for the truth,

but without the knowledge of age,

and with all the folly of youth.

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By the ring of the bell she was level,

with crowd sounds in her ears she was moved;

her legs kept propelling her faster,

but would it be enough?

That was yet to be proved.

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At the tape they stopped for a photo,

it was far too close to call;

who would the winner end up to be,

and who’d get to sing ‘Wonderwall’?

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April won by the smallest of margins,

a tenth of a tenth of a second,

and she stood in the Gold medal position,

well deserved was what everyone reckoned.

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April won, she had trained for so long

and gained reward in the race,

and Oasis was sung for her song,

she had such a huge smile on her face.