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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
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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