Keep movingA Poem by Jon Roggie
This is one my cranky writes.
I get to complain. Once again my arms are shot. Drive to the mountain did not help. In an effort to understand, my arms are around three feet long. Imagine dragging six feet of lead. So I try to keep moving. Yes, I am complaining. I can't play hackey sack. When I went to West Germany, we taught them how to play hackey sack. We also taught them how to play quarters, and you needed an authentic quarter. Their coins didn't have a proper bounce. Notice I am staying in motion. The Germans would kick our butt at soccer. We had hackey sack. I am sure it has changed. I watch them bouncing the ball. Hackey sack would beat soccer players, as long as we didn't have to run. We get to hold our bier.
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2 Reviews Added on July 19, 2018 Last Updated on July 19, 2018 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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