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Path: ...!eternal-september.org!feeder3.eternal-september.org!news.eternal-september.org!.POSTED!not-for-mail From: Catrike Ryder <Soloman@old.bikers.org> Newsgroups: rec.bicycles.tech Subject: Re: Riding after heavy manual labor Date: Mon, 20 May 2024 15:13:55 -0400 Organization: A noiseless patient Spider Lines: 26 Message-ID: <s68n4j569vqfho6slf0nl882fbviiuff6f@4ax.com> References: <v22tus$112b0$1@dont-email.me> <Sx91O.142$JW17.90@fx12.iad> <v23r8c$1b4fo$1@dont-email.me> <ucp1O.3$M8K4.0@fx03.iad> <v25kce$1n7u9$2@dont-email.me> <3lt1O.137$PQPa.75@fx11.iad> <UrM1O.16$pIPf.8@fx43.iad> <v297n9$2k295$1@dont-email.me> <4tmg4jpimsmcdf848ug4s972aflo2qrogo@4ax.com> <v2ahah$2r9ch$3@dont-email.me> <7uqh4jt7vdlppe1bosf0rsc61v8r52392a@4ax.com> <v2bj3q$31kp6$2@dont-email.me> <ePK2O.19769$lp3b.9822@fx14.iad> <2q0n4jhbfjle2p7kd82dfp52hd38r40c4d@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Injection-Date: Mon, 20 May 2024 21:13:59 +0200 (CEST) Injection-Info: dont-email.me; posting-host="b8d32e8ac2de77123909a48149abd15b"; logging-data="162217"; mail-complaints-to="abuse@eternal-september.org"; posting-account="U2FsdGVkX1971zAlYnf1u6rwlNuxMN+iNQ9ldb3TSmo=" User-Agent: ForteAgent/8.00.32.1272 Cancel-Lock: sha1:DojDbYsO0IAUda6P9fPgPWutMnM= Bytes: 2447 On Mon, 20 May 2024 10:18:47 -0700, Jeff Liebermann <jeffl@cruzio.com> wrote: >On Mon, 20 May 2024 16:24:42 GMT, Tom Kunich <cyclintom@yahoo.com> >wrote: > >>Frank, what poetry have you written? > >Mostly from about 1996: ><https://members.cruzio.com/~jeffl/poetry/poetry.htm> ><http://www.learnbydestroying.com/jeffl/poetry/The-day-before-Christmas.txt> >I only write poetry when I'm angry, irritated, disgusted, frustrated, >disappointed, bored, etc. "He used to be a good boy," his momma always said, "and I don't think you can blame me for all the things he did. I never spared the rod with him, and I never let him sass I never shared my booze with him, nor any of my grass. I taught him how to cook his meals when he was all alone and I tried to keep things quiet when I brought some fella home I just don't know what happened, he was such a quiet child but then when he was half grown up, he started getting wild So, if you go to see him, you can tell him I am through, He can rot to hell in prison, I've got better things to do." --Parker Soloman