Thursday, March 11, 2010
I Give You the Future President Of The United States
With three to seven other young men, and encouraged into a winning rhythm by a coxswain, they pull together jetting down the race course. They split the water like a stiletto knife, no maybe more like a scalpel, leaving hardly a wake or hole in the water where their oar blades dip in and displace their swirling liquid medium.
So you see? I have won the Kid Lottery. He’s got his priorities straight. And I feed him whatever he needs whether it is meatloaf or love, he gets it with seconds and thirds if he wants it.
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