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The Hare and his Big Mac.

Not a moment sleeps

when our motion wakes

and perpetuates a new arising

 

The greatest races ever run

are those without a finish

and the hares become confused

to which it becomes obvious

of why the hero was the tortoise

 

An anti-hero now

when a Casio watch

measures nano-seconds

 

The western world is exhausted

and the road stretches

past the horizon

and the East have been running long

for over 4,000 years

and they don't even need an inhaler.

 

So who is laughing now?

Well the answer is quite clear;

whoever found it funny.

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Jan 23, 2010
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