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The Ballad of Mike
My friend, Mike, sees his life in epic proportions. In high school, to satisfy his longing to be a folk hero, he composed a 12-verse ballad about himself. These are the only lines he can remember:

Mike Miner, 'tis of thee

Sweet man of lib-er-ty

He's so damn cool

Smokes doobs to get a fix

And swings with foxy chicks

Comes from a town of hicks

Called Sud-bu-ry


Not to sound all Rob Breszny on you all, but I challenge each of you to write a ballad in which you cast yourself as a folk hero.

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2.23.2004
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