Cold, rainy, thunderstorming. I thought about going in because I was on a small field surrounded by tall metal poles and the current could easily jump if one of them were struck by lightning, but fuck it.
There once was a runner named Mark
Who created this blog on a lark
Its topic depends
But it only subtends
One tenth of a second of arc
Cold, rainy, thunderstorming. I thought about going in because I was on a small field surrounded by tall metal poles and the current could easily jump if one of them were struck by lightning, but fuck it.
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