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Childish Smile
by Dave FitzgeraldI am running, my eyes are bright, my smile brighter. My hair haphazard above my rosey, sweat-sheened face. I am my own footballing hero about to score a cup winning goal when... my pursuing pal farts as he runs. I break into lung-emptying laughter. I am thirty-seven. Will I ever grow up? Oh, I hope not! 08/24/2005 Author's Note: What form is this? Discuss :)
Posted on 08/24/2005
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