Christmas is gone for another year
Now full of turkey, pud and beer.
Lets go for a run, lets be bold
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A fascinatingpoem with a nice rhyme and flow. Yes, our age sometimes limit our capacity to move.A well crafted and write.Very entertaining too.
They seem to be having great fun, though joggers never smile. I wonder why? Lots of planks to run on the ship, David, they all lead to the drink, of the rum and beer kind. Put away the sneakers and grab a keg.
The joggers I see never smile, they look like they're in agony. Yes, I enjoy a tot or two, navy rum or g&t.