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LOW BAROMETER The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a flail, The chimney shudders to the blast. On such a night, when Air has loosed Its guardian grasp on blood and brain, Old terrors then of god or ghost Creep from [...]
Fausto Coppi Let us pray: O Coppi, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name The Giro done, thy Tour be won On Sestrière as it was in ’49 and ’52. Give us this day our steel Bianchi And forgive us our carbon fiber As we forgive those who cause us [...] A prayer for the second and third weeks of the Giro d’Italia; for the battles in the mountains to come.
Andy Hampsten, climbing the Passo Gavia during the 1988 Giro d’Italia Let us pray: I believe in Hampsten, the Climber Almighty, the Creator of heavenly tours, and in the Landshark of steel, on [...] MY REDEEMER I think of you all the time But I can’t speak about you any more I must love you secretly I must come to you when I am alone As I am now And even now I must be careful I want all the women You created in your image That is why [...] LIBIDO How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void arms and you a phantom still, And day your far light swaying down the street. As never fool for love, I starved for you; My throat was dry and my eyes [...] Fat Cyclist » Don’t Say She Lost Susan died tonight (August 5) at 7:25pm. It was a hard, long day, and Susan fought right to the end, for much longer than anyone would have thought she could. My mom, my sisters Kellene and Jodi, and my Brother-in-Law Rocky were all here to support my family [...] SUMMITS Mountains bloom in spring they shine in summer they burn in autumn but they belong to winter every day we travel farther and at evening we come to the same country mountains are waiting but is it for us all day the night was shining through them and many of the birds were theirs [...] I’ve always really enjoyed old music, but I’m beginning to get scared, because a lot of the “old” music I’m discovering is from the 70s. First, my friend Chris (he of Supersuckers management “fame”) up in Heber gets me hooked on Bob Dylan, to supplement my Johnny Cash addiction; and now I’m being inundated [...] no such thing we are always searching for it we are convinced it will be around the next corner, afforded by the next paycheck, wrapped in miracle and happiness. and it will be holy and safe. maybe one more child, one more drink, one more night, one more line, one more hour, one more one [...] STREET DOGS – FINAL TRANSMISSION He had just turned nineteen yesterday Wanted to be a school teacher someday Came from a small and modest town Had never before traveled abroad He signed on the promise of a college fund Pop and Mom begged him to stay at home The last time they saw him [...] |
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