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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.

Up the ladder: Cockroaches
Down the ladder: Portsmouth Belle 5

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.5
Weighted score: 5.1185646
Overall Rank: 5961
Posted: December 29, 2007 6:05 AM PST; Last modified: December 29, 2007 6:05 AM PST
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[7] Dovina @ 208.127.216.46 | 30-Dec-07/2:29 PM | Reply
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.
[n/a] INTRANSIT @ 69.23.157.197 > Dovina | 31-Dec-07/6:48 AM | Reply
Neither. Pretty straightforward actually. Don't be lazy, D.
[7] Dovina @ 208.127.216.239 > INTRANSIT | 17-Jan-08/4:31 PM | Reply
what? yawn
[7] Dovina @ 68.183.245.86 > Dovina | 2-Aug-08/1:20 PM | Reply
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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