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In these boots (Free verse) by http://David Bowman In these boots I kicked a ball
I ran, I dashed,
I slipped, I crashed,
I fowled, I scowled,
I scored, I roared.
In these boots I won the game
and now that I have got great fame
but in the end I must confess
I got a red card and went off to dress!
Up the ladder:
Missing You
Down the ladder:
To Dwell For Freedom
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.3333335
Posted: July 23, 2002 7:49 AM PDT; Last modified: July 23, 2002 7:49 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0896473 Overall Rank: 6191 Comments:
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albellisimo @ 62.231.141.222
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23-Jul-02/7:55 AM
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not so keen on the last two lines!!!!!!
If you are the "real" Dave Bowman then the ending is hardly a surprise though I would never have had you down as a poet.Must be lots more - what was it 17 months spare time? Good 7/10.
I understand a correction is in order - that should be 17 games
Is that the equivilant to American expressing away your life to deabth?
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