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http://hydlaa.com/smf/index.php?topic=28935.0Extreme cyclist
On the road each line you pass has ONE meaning
a good knowledge of this place and of people
you need to reach the goal first. Quick, there's no pole
'xept: break up four times when odd stanzas reading!!!
Talking about myself, so a cyclist... am,
and my life doesn't suck I tell... in the past:
now diet doesn't 'llow Pancakes but similar, damn!
I feel told "Force with you!" 'fore Obi Wan's rest.
Such sacrifices extreme sports do request
even if so much training and sweat is lost
and cookies are forbidden it's a sweet cost,
because winning races is my Holy Quest!
I's looking forward to it: was... time! By far.
Journalists would write one vague article
concerning the start, but I spelt a sound sweà r,
I'd verbalize "direction" of a particle,
'htwas tossed exactly at me, with intention!
That fool blinded me and the race soon started
I had to pedal fast with great attention
to catch up. I did it, despite that wicked!
A letter I'll pop: that story, is TOO long...!
But I was mentioning that dude, truly "that".
First and only, it was just a single fact,
I believe... that's how things should go... us among.
honest players, I thought so. Not big a deal.
I then took the lead of the race with great zeal,
and forward I dashed, on the run, very quick
as if behind me I'd a dog who would kick!
Taking it easily, I had no hate, indeed...
About this, probably Draklar would tell one,
("him" would, not me, not you or someone else, fun...)
of something severe coming after misdeed.
To be more exact by accident I hit
the former moron: divine retribution?
Adequate my composition I deem fit,
yet last word was a verbal form. Attention!
You know that I'm not "one of" par excellence,
affirming that would be non-legit... not right.
You, are all humans, I am... in a past tense.
Now can you see the picture? Surrounds its sight
the astounding truth, that wooden or metal
last word (a verb) composes. And I could not
see how to win the race: tiredness fatal
hit me and my feet were like tied with some knot.
The road to Victory's too long? Abbreviate.
Not cheating... isn't Hollow, rather high. So -skin!
Thirty kilometers isn't long. Can't negate!
You won't be guilty, if you're judged by your kin.
So I jumped the guardrail and slid down the hill
when I'd no TV cameras at my heel
and avoiding rocks the equilibrium feel
is something I now remember and think still.
I'scaped the maze, she gave me Italian thread,
and I won the race. Great "deed"... yet written wrong.
Very generic a word, pronoun for song,
concludes these rhymes my disdain so big and red:
!