Nonsense While Jogging
Catching brill and rays
with the bill of my cap
on a sun-bint day
white ball
playing pinball
without a bumper cloud in sight.
Pounding the pavement,
punishing the 'phalt
hoarse-man pass by--
retiree with hoar-frost hair
struggles to say:
"You're in good shape young man!".
Barkeep, I'll have what he's having.
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