Next verse please

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Quoted message said:

A runner wakes without alarm The sky is dark as morning comes A coffee downed, the shoes are
laced And out the door, a pace near race ....

The rain upon his face it stings "I'd better return for my Gore-Tex things" So out the door he
tumbles once more And runs 'cross the path of an ageing [censored]

"Young runner, you look so fine and trim For 50 bucks, wanna see what lies within?" "Fcuk off, old
[censored], for can't you see I'm within three seconds of this routes pb"

So on he speeds along trail, over brook, Never pauses from his lofty mission to look At the world
and the pathos either side of him He simply glances at his Times GPS with a grin

The numbers look good, his hr is just right He feel like an bloody powerful antelope in
flight 'Til without warning a small pothole appears And he tumbles to the ground His eyes
filled with tears

Oh woe is me How can this be For a runner I was born. And to be humbled By a hole Made by a mole
Seems rather droll

the runner runs no more but crawls along the floor like a snake dying

Damn and blast, a pox on ye hole A thousand curses upon the mole His anger quelled he returns to
sorrow This run is over at least till morrow

But wait, what's this? Determination rings! Up to his feet quickly springs I can still make my best
PB And so down the hill he strides with glee

This time he thinks all out he'll go The trees flash by each side the hill Quickly down and past the
mill A covered bridge in the distance still

Through the bridge and ready to fly "Do or do not, there is no try" Up the trail a runner in sight
Her legs are long, her bottom tight ...

And if Miss Anne, while in her truck, does see that jogging silly shmuck, the rest of the day will
then be spent, cleaning the dna from the trucks front vent.

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 12:39:18 -0500 (EST), [email hidden] (Miss

Anne Thrope) said:

And if Miss Anne, while in her truck, does see that jogging silly shmuck, the rest of the day will
then be spent, cleaning the dna from the trucks front vent.

Miss Anne, I would have to say, Your trolling's been quite good today. Your crown is safe, I have no
doubt, No other troll's in with a shout.

On Sat, 21 Feb 2004 10:23:31 -0600, "Surf McBrowse" <[email hidden]>

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

A runner wakes without alarm The sky is dark as morning comes A coffee downed, the shoes are
laced And out the door, a pace near race ....

The rain upon his face it stings "I'd better return for my Gore-Tex things" So out the door he
tumbles once more And runs 'cross the path of an ageing [censored]

"Young runner, you look so fine and trim For 50 bucks, wanna see what lies within?" "Fcuk off,
old [censored], for can't you see I'm within three seconds of this routes pb"

So on he speeds along trail, over brook, Never pauses from his lofty mission to look At the world
and the pathos either side of him He simply glances at his Times GPS with a grin

The numbers look good, his hr is just right He feel like an bloody powerful antelope in
flight 'Til without warning a small pothole appears And he tumbles to the ground His eyes
filled with tears

Oh woe is me How can this be For a runner I was born. And to be humbled By a hole Made by a mole
Seems rather droll

the runner runs no more but crawls along the floor like a snake dying

Damn and blast, a pox on ye hole A thousand curses upon the mole His anger quelled he returns to
sorrow This run is over at least till morrow

But wait, what's this? Determination rings! Up to his feet quickly springs I can still make my best
PB And so down the hill he strides with glee

This time he thinks all out he'll go The trees flash by each side the hill Quickly down and past
the mill A covered bridge in the distance still

Through the bridge and ready to fly "Do or do not, there is no try" Up the trail a runner in sight
Her legs are long, her bottom tight ...

Wait! This doesn't feel quite right. How can I run, When between my thighs, My throbbing manhood
waters my eyes?.

That fallen nymph plucks at my heart, What this! Her legs! They drift apart? What should I do? Where
should I stare? She lies, legs akimbo, ass in air.

But I am made of sterner stuff, And need not the pleasure of a maidens muff. The ticking clock It
calls me on. I'll tally no more till my battle is won.

Sprint hard for the final 1k, Hr hitting one nine three. Is there any beast on earth, That's as
powerful as me?

Finish glides past on my left, Now my heart slows in my breast. Look down, One hour, twenty seven,
eighteen, Yeah, Running really is obscene.

Roses are red, My balls are blue, Smurf McBrowse sucks!

"Surf McBrowse" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

A runner wakes without alarm The sky is dark as morning comes A coffee downed, the shoes are
laced And out the door, a pace near race ....

The rain upon his face it stings "I'd better return for my Gore-Tex things" So out the door he
tumbles once more And runs 'cross the path of an ageing [censored]

"Young runner, you look so fine and trim For 50 bucks, wanna see what lies within?" "Fcuk off,
old [censored], for can't you see I'm within three seconds of this routes pb"

So on he speeds along trail, over brook, Never pauses from his lofty mission to look At the
world and the pathos either side of him He simply glances at his Times GPS with a grin

The numbers look good, his hr is just right He feel like an bloody powerful antelope in
flight 'Til without warning a small pothole appears And he tumbles to the ground His eyes
filled with tears

Oh woe is me How can this be For a runner I was born. And to be humbled By a hole Made by a mole
Seems rather droll

the runner runs no more but crawls along the floor like a snake dying

Damn and blast, a pox on ye hole A thousand curses upon the mole His anger quelled he returns to
sorrow This run is over at least till morrow

But wait, what's this? Determination rings! Up to his feet quickly springs I can still make my
best PB And so down the hill he strides with glee

This time he thinks all out he'll go The trees flash by each side the hill Quickly down and past
the mill A covered bridge in the distance still

Through the bridge and ready to fly "Do or do not, there is no try" Up the trail a runner in sight
Her legs are long, her bottom tight ...

"Chris Hamilten" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Roses are red, My balls are blue, Smurf McBrowse sucks!

I do enjoy your witless posts But of all the trolls you suck the most We are not surprised your
balls are blue Short fat mental patients are the last to screw You have worked hard at your
craft But old ladies could kick your ass Too bad we can't just all be friends 'Tis not something
Usenet lends

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

Quoted message said:

>A runner wakes without alarm The sky is dark as morning comes A coffee downed, the shoes are
>laced And out the door, a pace near race ....

The rain upon his face it stings "I'd better return for my Gore-Tex things" So out the door he
tumbles once more And runs 'cross the path of an ageing [censored]

"Young runner, you look so fine and trim For 50 bucks, wanna see what lies within?" "Fcuk off,
old [censored], for can't you see I'm within three seconds of this routes pb"

So on he speeds along trail, over brook, Never pauses from his lofty mission to look At the
world and the pathos either side of him He simply glances at his Times GPS with a grin

The numbers look good, his hr is just right He feel like an bloody powerful antelope in flight
'Til without warning a small pothole appears And he tumbles to the ground His eyes filled with
tears

Oh woe is me How can this be For a runner I was born. And to be humbled By a hole Made by a
mole Seems rather droll

the runner runs no more but crawls along the floor like a snake dying

Damn and blast, a pox on ye hole A thousand curses upon the mole His anger quelled he returns to
sorrow This run is over at least till morrow

But wait, what's this? Determination rings! Up to his feet quickly springs I can still make my
best PB And so down the hill he strides with glee

This time he thinks all out he'll go The trees flash by each side the hill Quickly down and past
the mill A covered bridge in the distance still

Through the bridge and ready to fly "Do or do not, there is no try" Up the trail a runner in
sight Her legs are long, her bottom tight ...

Wait! This doesn't feel quite right. How can I run, When between my thighs, My throbbing manhood
waters my eyes?.

That fallen nymph plucks at my heart, What this! Her legs! They drift apart? What should I do?
Where should I stare? She lies, legs akimbo, ass in air.

But I am made of sterner stuff, And need not the pleasure of a maidens muff. The ticking clock It
calls me on. I'll tally no more till my battle is won.

Sprint hard for the final 1k, Hr hitting one nine three. Is there any beast on earth, That's as
powerful as me?

Finish glides past on my left, Now my heart slows in my breast. Look down, One hour, twenty seven,
eighteen, Yeah, Running really is obscene.

Epilogue:

Our valiant friend has finished the course With speed and grace, smooth not forced

A vermin hole did break his stride He got back up with stronger pride

The Syrens they did try to tempt But [censored] and breast are gone for lent

Alas our vaunted running friend Is far too serious for normal men

You kissed my ass, you sucked my balls. But now my herpes has taken hold. As your mouth swells shut,
your ass pimple-covered,

"Surf McBrowse" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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"Chris Hamilten" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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You've proved my point you insipid twit You're a boorish simple stupid git Your poem sucks, you
cannot rhyme "Now go away before I taunt you a second time"

Your penis is small. Your brain even tinyer. If I tried to ryhme it would you dumbass.

"Surf McBrowse" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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You've proved my point you insipid twit You're a boorish simple stupid git Your poem sucks, you
cannot rhyme "Now go away before I taunt you a second time"

[email hidden] (Chris Hamilten) wrote in message news:<[email hidden]>...

WHO WAS IT, THREATENED THE PRESIDENT?

WHO ADVOCATED AID TO TERRORISTS?

YEP, our own BILL DAVIDSON, just one day after the 9-11 attack, while the victims were
still burning.
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"we should bomb that pathetic excuse for a man too, or at least give his location to every terrorist
group we can find, and let them take him out. Just what we need in the white house, a coked-up
dopehead running the country".

From: MrRobotTow ([email hidden]) Subject: Re: The Only Thing Newsgroups:
rec.music.makers.bagpipe Date: 2001-09-12 03:00:32 PST

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YO! Homeland Security dudes: KEY PHRASES! BOMB "WHITE HOUSE" "TERRORIST GROUP"

THERE'S YER ANTISOCIAL NUT CASE, RIGHT THERE! COULD BE another John Hinckley. Check him out!

This US citizen publicly called for AID to TERRORISTS: IS HIS NAME ON YOUR LIST? Check him out!

To long-suffering RMMB and REC.RUNNING contributors: YES, Bill Davidson, the source of thousands of
lowlife postings under dozens of account names, is also "TheBillRodgers" and his clones. DO COPY
this message; use it to REPLY anytime you have an urge to respond to our troll.

Will Bill's own words amuse him as much as they amuse us? WILL THEY AMUSE OTHERS? Let's find out.
Let's be sure BILL gets the attention he deserves and craves.

COPY, PASTE, REPLY to our TROLL. IT'S THAT EASY

TheBillRodgers wrote much better poetry than this [censored]. Where is that running idol?

"Surf McBrowse" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:

You've proved my point you insipid twit You're a boorish simple stupid git Your poem sucks, you
cannot rhyme "Now go away before I taunt you a second time"