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The coxswain calls the cadence

The coxswain calls the cadence …I don’t like his tone But I am forced to listen Cuz he’s got the megaphone I think my oar is twisted As it defies my wishes It hits the water making Loud splashes and not swishes The other oarsmen wonder Why can’t he get in sync They blame it on the fact that My oar is painted pink I close my eyes and memorize The taste of burgers, hot, with fries Ease my stroke into a rhythm Knowing a distant tide abides

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Date: 2/4/2025 9:51:00 PM
I know that pink oar had a message in there and maybe a reflection on that oarsman. Dreaming of the burgers hot with fries got him back in Rythms, funny what dreaming of food can do for your focus...
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Date: 2/4/2025 9:16:00 PM
Sounds like college crew. That was a big sport out east, I remember.
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Date: 2/3/2025 3:44:00 PM
Many years ago I did try out for the Univ of Tenn rowing team. I failed miserably. Your good poem brought back the memory.
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Date: 2/3/2025 9:35:00 AM
My mind traveled down several paths on this one, John. I think I'll not mention a couple of them, but I'd take the coxswain's megaphone and throw him overboard. Then, set your own rhythmic cadence for the oarsmen who rowed.
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