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Running Local (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

There is transport in sparking a smile and igniting the bright blue burner of day. To get up, get your Lee Roth on, get out and into the traffic rhumba, be driven with others cycle, regulate, convoy, impel. Play hide and seek with with the sun and the buildings. There's no race when you can cut and shuffle the walls, parkour over fences and nab the sudden fly ball. Get your swerve on. Remove occlusions. Rub elbows with folks you already know, elope for a few minutes with the server. Jump the big up-down and then do the low hand baton pass slap at the next shift light.

Dovina 30-Dec-07/2:29 PM
Trucker terms, or Greek, who knows. I cycle with the biggest, rumba with the Macs. Parkour stumps me. Please, not over a fence. Fly ball and swerve on - I wont ask. Now, elope for a few on the server, I like. When ignorant, vote 7.




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