Time and Chance: A Limerick
There once was a runner named Griffith,
Who was swift, but he wasn't the swiffith.
In a half-mile race,
He had hoped for first place:
Four men beat him. He settled for fiffith.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-06-12 at 09:37
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