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I Having  decided to return home after seeing my friends Victorious in battle I launched Lucifer away from the gate. The weather permitted my swift travel And I was off! Galloping across the tarmac. II The opening naughts were easy I glided along like a swift, if unruly dragon I knew something would be wrong: the weather was still nice And, if you know Éire you know you're in trouble I met fellow travelers who seemed to agree with me. They brought their dogs in: wise move. My muscles began to tire; but then again They were always weak (pathetic ******** Hills grew steep  and Lucifer rebelled ******* I found myself swallowed by mud; drowning, drowning in muck. The journey goes on. Continuing on my voyage, I saw  several other travelers. (They owned neither dogs nor Lucifer) We detoured, talked and I gave my muscles rest An labhríonn tú Gaeilge I asked. They affirmed; I procrastinated. The journey still went on. I finished that stretch within a short space of  time I was tired and Lucifer was grumbling. Went through the gate Unto the estate! III The opening hills were grueling Long unending, unforgiving mounds My hands ached. I reached the top of the hill, Rocketing down the gravel, The wheels compounding the stones I was doing it! I was doing it! I got stuck in the grass. Oi Vey I eventually got myself free And there were only a few more hills To wage war with. II turned the corner after the last And saw the ramp. In my head, a variant of  Chariots of Fire thundered in my brain. (Greek composers are the best to give one inspiration) I reached the ramp Turned the key And was home! VICTORY! VICTORY! VICTORY! P.S.  The journey took me 10minutes. CP's a *****
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
The Odyssey
I Having  decided to return home after seeing my friends Victorious in battle I launched Lucifer away from the gate. The weather permitted my swift travel And I was off! Galloping across the tarmac. II The opening naughts were easy I glided along like a swift, if unruly dragon I knew something would be wrong: the weather was still nice And, if you know Éire you know you're in trouble I met fellow travelers who seemed to agree with me. They brought their dogs in: wise move. My muscles began to tire; but then again They were always weak (pathetic ******** Hills grew steep  and Lucifer rebelled ******* I found myself swallowed by mud; drowning, drowning in muck. The journey goes on. Continuing on my voyage, I saw  several other travelers. (They owned neither dogs nor Lucifer) We detoured, talked and I gave my muscles rest An labhríonn tú Gaeilge I asked. They affirmed; I procrastinated. The journey still went on. I finished that stretch within a short space of  time I was tired and Lucifer was grumbling. Went through the gate Unto the estate! III The opening hills were grueling Long unending, unforgiving mounds My hands ached. I reached the top of the hill, Rocketing down the gravel, The wheels compounding the stones I was doing it! I was doing it! I got stuck in the grass. Oi Vey I eventually got myself free And there were only a few more hills To wage war with. II turned the corner after the last And saw the ramp. In my head, a variant of  Chariots of Fire thundered in my brain. (Greek composers are the best to give one inspiration) I reached the ramp Turned the key And was home! VICTORY! VICTORY! VICTORY! P.S.  The journey took me 10minutes. CP's a *****
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
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