042411k Classical Sack Race Poem by Manonton Dalan
042411k Classical Sack Race
quick feet in a sack wiggling
waiting for exact to take-off
which go around tree & back
good forty yards sack race
feeling of winning enhance
your feelings to pursue hard
twenty feet are line-up to start
went like fireball unstoppable
dust chasing their sacksteps
some tumble, some lost astride
breathless watching, neck to neck
sudden push got that extra yard
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