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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 2-Aug-08/1:20 PM
You could at least drop a poem when you login. I dunno - the last cursing of an elderly woman slowing in front of your Mac, the cyclist you dropped two gears for so she could cross your on-ramp lane.




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