AO: POOLER
QiC: A-Boot
Date: 06/16/2026
Title: NGT – dreams of Limburg
Number of HIMs: 4
2 Stroke, Portabella, Rosie
Number of FNGs: 0
Name of FNGs:
WarmOrama:
OYO stretches
Tha Thang:
Through heavy air and swallowing night,
Four shadows push against the damp.
Bare, sweat-slick hands cut through the heat,
Beneath the dim and lonely lamp.
The thick mist clings to skin and lung,
Each boiling stride a breathless chore.
They miss their brothers, BC, HAL,
Who run beside them now no more.
They crave the milder Limburg air,
Where HAL is found and breezes blow.
Yet trapped within this humid hell,
They have no choice but run and go.
One runner, ABoot, keeps the pace,
With heavy feet and gasping breath—
He has no clue how poems are made,
But runs this humid route to death.
COT:
Prayer for Rosie's dog who had a hip problem and couldn't make it.
Lords prayer