Chase Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Chase
There once was a student named Chase.
He could never diminish his pace.
As an athlete he aimed
to be winning, not framed
so he made it at last to first place.
This was me when I was a cross country runner...first year I was not as good as I would have liked to be. Second year...I was great.
Herbert, This is cool thanks! I'll try to write one later Chase Nagy
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4/25/2024 5:10:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
yes we all love to win Herbert nice short piece with a winning edge Warm regards allan