With that calorific punch it ought to be the emergency choice of all fell runners!:D
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A poem about running.
I ran.
Created by Al Fowler, 19/01/10, 11:07pm.
Hes, out running this evening appears,
through unexplained mechanics,
(like that recent tv series)
to have entered a 1970's world
where confection
and sex
intermingle
through
ill concealed
innuendo.
Leaving us to wonder
What music was that farmer playing in his barn?
Night all, its been a great biscuity night !:D