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Post by MattCollister on Nov 2, 2008 11:21:25 GMT -5
November second Forty degrees and breezy I wish I'd worn tights Pavement, then pasture My ankles sink in deep mud Oops - that's manure More high school runners Full of energy and pep Soon, life wears you down Past the horse stables I suppose I'd be pissed if Someone woke me up Up, up the steep hill An old man slows to a walk One day soon, me too Through a corn field I don't think I've ever run Through a corn field I keep thinking of That crazy run in England Down a hill, for cheese www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpzEF0D2xfE&feature=relatedForty-two thirty Maybe not Usain Bolt, but Today, I'll take it
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Post by MarkD on Nov 2, 2008 14:45:59 GMT -5
Very nice you middle ager !! I was deperately serching for the rhymes in this - please re-write for extra credit. ps: Thanks for donating your better half for the Du (thanks for the help today Jen)
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Post by MattCollister on Nov 2, 2008 20:54:06 GMT -5
Haiku needs no rhyme Five, seven, five syllables Eighth grade, so I learned
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