The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Popeye the Place Kicker

There is a big man of a big place in the world and his name is Popeye. He is a very sharp fellow and he likes his tea luke warm. He dances in a big cantina at the end of the day and he works with the candles all lit in the midnight hour of life. This Popeye does not eat spinach to get his strength. He instead kicks footballs through the goal posts of life and does it with the utmost precision.

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