The George Jones Cycling Club

The George Jones Cycling Club

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We’re the George Jones Cycling Club,

And we ride like the wind!

Unless we stayed up late, then,

We’ll be sleeping in.

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If it’s too hot or it’s too cold,

If the pace is too fast or the pace is too slow,

Or for so many reasons yet unknown,

We just, simply, may not show.

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If the course is too hilly,

Or if there’s too much wind,

We may have to regroup,

Think about it all again.

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If my grass has needs like seeds,

And sowing, growing, and mowing,

And of course there may be surprises,

Without my ever knowing.

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If my wheels have a click,

If my ensemble doesn’t match,

If my tourettes has a tic,

Or an idea has to hatch.

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If there’s a tack in the tire,

A lack of desire,

Or the sweatheart says,

There’s no spark or fire,

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If I just woke up, just broke up,

Or maybe just fell in love,

One excuse may be one reason,

Or all of the reasons above.

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We’re the George Jones Cycling Club.

We spin through the thick and the thin.

We’ll always be “there” for each other,

Unless we’re sleeping in.

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~Micky Dee~

09-13-13

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No Show Jones!

George Jones "The Possum" No Show Jones has left the building. God bless!

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jhamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

Excellent and entertaining. I am sharing this gem. Thank you. Jamie


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain

Wonderful work again. I heard someone sing on the radio today....."Does anybody want what's left of me?"

Made me think of some of your other poems.

You are a joy to read. Thank you, Micky, just for being you.

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