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Playing paintball hard
Made me feel seventeen (The pain slowed after the second game)
sore legs screem thirty
I Gained much respect
For the old tadgerrs of yore (we made fun of them for not going all out)
all gear to much fear
they threw gobs of paint
the cost wasen't a killer (paints cheep thier knees aren't)
beats jumping bunkers
I woke this day rise
pain enveloped dismay
smells of tigerbalm (not Bengay)
Convelessing now
limping round like grandpa jones (but good god not next weekend)
want to go again
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