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Post by Halethala on Jan 15, 2009 7:27:25 GMT -5
I ran across this again and had to smile . . (my apologies to JRR) ;D
Mulletized Tolkien
I sit before the tube and think of races I have seen At Dover Downs and Darlington In summers that have been.
Of checkered flags of gossamer O’er winners that there were, With morning mist and silver chrome And wind upon my hair.
I sit before the tube and drink And wonder who I’ll see, The opening lap, and yearning wish That gate passes were free.
But still I cannot get my fill As round and round they go, Gordon, Martin, Biffle, Bush, At Loewe’s and Pocono . .
I sit before the tube and drink And comb my long black hair, And feel that special bond with Nascar Fans from everywhere . .
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Post by Halethala on Jan 15, 2009 11:08:39 GMT -5
A WINTER POEM
It's winter in Minnesota And the gentle breezes blow Seventy miles an hour At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Minnesota When the snow's up to your butt You take a breath of winter And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful So I guess I'll hang around I could NEVER leave Minnesota because I'm frozen to the ground!ooops . . this one I didn't write!
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