If you drag your shoe a bit those plastic spikes or rubber spikes can be almost as bad as metal spikes.
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Every player has the option to have metal spikes or other spikes or whatever they feel most comfortable in.
quote by Bernhard Langer
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Your spikes, which were really quite long then, would catch the material of the track and your shoe would get heavier. I was simply filing them down and rubbing some graphite on the spikes. I thought I would run more effectively.
quote by Roger Bannister
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Spikes
Spikes taking all hope
Leaving corpses nothing but a rope
All they have is suicide
And friend they turned to with every cry
And every lie
Makes another innocent die
Why do you ever try to stop what is not there
She looks at my eyes with a deathly stare
I feel like I love but she hates me
Part wants to be the slave and other to be free
What am I meant to do?
When my suicide was all up to you
You gave me the ropes
And you crushed all my hopes
So now I realize
When all hope dies
That you were the spikes
poem by Harley Morriss
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You can get some spiked up greens even with no metal spikes, it just depends.
quote by Bernhard Langer
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You want a lily
You want a lily
And you plead with me
'Give me my lily back.'
I went to see
A friend last night and on her mantelshelf
I saw some lilies,
Image of myself,
And most unlike your dream of purity.
They had been small green lilies, never white
For man's delight
In their most blissful hours.
But now the flowers
Had shrivelled and instead
Shone spikes of seeds,
Burned spikes of seeds,
Burned red
As love and death and fierce futurity.
There's this much of the lily left in me.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Not A Story!
The needle sharp spikes can poke and puncture,
The subtle young skin, it entered quietly to adventure,
Below the blouse and on the stomach, crawling upward,
At The place of worship, where everyone was quiet and downward,
Hundreds of pins started to prick slowly and steadily,
Could not move and scream for help as It was the house of God,
Spitting the bitter fluid on its way, below the pinafore,
It made the victorious journey to the neck to smell and sneer,
When the warden dismissed and everyone was out,
She separated her hands that were clasped at the chest,
To retrieve the visitor from the back of the neck,
It was a green caterpillar with pins and spikes,
Everyone was shocked to see the trail mark,
From the stomach to the ten years old young neck's back,
She has learned the lesson of patience on that day,
And let soon to be a butterfly on the young leaves.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Empty stalks from the Sirocco and full spikes of wheat with the North Wind.
It is proper that the federal government help alleviate short-term disruptions and price spikes such as those brought about by Hurricane Katrina.
quote by Mel Martinez
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After the last two years of springtime gas price spikes, nearly everyone in Southeast Wisconsin understands that something is wrong with our gasoline regulation and supply system.
quote by Jim Sensenbrenner
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The Rail
Long hard days, long cold nights
I work on the rail driving rail road spikes
I work all day from dusk til dawn
We don't take a break til the beans are done
The boss man says, Pick up those spikes
Lay out those rails make them fit just right
Pick up the hammer and drive it in
What I'm paying you boys, I ain't your friend
They pay me boys to tell you what to do
There's another thousand rails to lay, we ain't through
I work all day and I bust my back
I make my money on a rail road track
I work long days and long cold nights
Lay out that rail and lay it right
Pick up a hammer and I drive it in
Then reach for another and do it all again
I'm working on a rail road
Taking care of my own
Carrying my own load
I'm working on a rail road.
poem by Bill Simmons
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In addition, for almost a year now I have been urging the President, the Department of Justice, and the Federal Trade Commission to investigate suspicious gas price spikes.
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One of the remarkable things about my career is that it has been marked by steady, incremental progress. No sudden spikes up, and no sudden downfalls, either.
quote by Phil Hartman
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Not all the spikes of wheat go on the wheat pile.
The base paths belonged to me, the runner. The rules gave me the right. I always went into a bag full speed, feet first. I had sharp spikes on my shoes. If the baseman stood where he had no business to be and got hurt, that was his fault.
The three kisses
The Three Kisses ©
The kiss of hello
The kiss that is never just a kiss
The kiss that spikes vein with precision orchestra
The kiss that heals in entirety
The kiss that hides the relent of vex
The kiss that suffocates rusting man
The kiss without detail/ed system)
The kiss that pounds each pore to state of heroin
The kiss that Hiroshimates euphoria
The kiss that approximates/parallels living
The kiss only
The kiss, the kiss
The kiss of neither hello nor goodbye
The kiss for the sake
The kiss to save face
The distracted kiss for/of domestic bliss
The kiss to bathe mania in generic valium, the kiss of the motions
The kiss of searing content, hindering suffocation and blasé defection
The default kiss, the efficient kiss, the alteria (motive) kiss
The kiss that makes sense
The new language of kiss
Le kiss, le kiss
The kiss of goodbye
The kiss that is never just a kiss
The kiss that spikes vein with precision orchestra
The kiss that deals in hypocrisy
The kiss that begins and ends each second
Job, health, kiss, marriage, car, security, kiss,
yearn, enjoyment, loss, holiday, kiss, loss holiday kiss
The kiss that Hiroshimates plague
The kiss that parallels living/approximates rage
The memory of kiss *acidifies brain
the kiss, the kiss, the end
poem by Pziad Yasao
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Step On You
You're in my way
You crossed my line
You're in my face
You're on my case, you really waste my time.
Don't like your style
Don't like your sound
You talk too much
You got no touch, you drive it in the ground
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
Don't like your smile
Don't like your clothes
Don't like your hair
And I don't care about your ruby pierced nose
You push too far
You talk too loud
You stay too long
You're in my song but you ain't in my crowd
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
I'm gonna step on you
You ruin my day and you're wrecking my night
I'm biting my lips because I'm ready to fight
I'm gonna sharpen my spikes
I'm gonna strap on my boots
I'm gonna squash you on sight
I'm gonna step on you
Step-step-step-step
You ruin my day and you're wrecking my night
I'm biting my lips because I'm ready to fight
I'm gonna sharpen my spikes
I'm gonna strap on my boots
I'm gonna squash you on sight
Don't leave no message on my telephone
Cut right through the bull, right to the bone
The snow in your nose and the crack in your brain
It used to be cool, now it's just insane
I'm gonna step on you
Step-I'm gonna step on you-step
Step
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Softly The Truth Speaks And Wins Over You
what? you wage war against the truth?
through all your wiles and lies?
you will be powerless
you will not win
you kick against the spikes
and wound yourself
you spit to God
you spit on yourself
calm down
and think
and listen, hear the truth
softly speaking
always winning over you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Thought You Were Serious
You want to play with me?
Good!
Be prepared.
I've been seeking a competitive opponent,
For quite some time.
'Why are you putting those six inch spikes on your shoes?
Those gloves have razors attached to them.
And your helmet?
Why does it seem to be plated with steel? '
I thought you came to play?
What did you believe?
I would share with you strategies...
To beat me?
And I thought you were serious.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In My Own Town
the faces of people
are still faces,
nothing there are
transformed
into animals,
that boy may look
like an urchin to
you
with spikes throughout
his hair or
that old woman
a camel with an abnormal
hunch
back
the gasoline boy
becomes
an alligator
its tongue preying
on the
cars and impatient
queues
of turtles
i still have respect
to this town
the men are men
and women
are mothers and sisters
of mine
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Ignorant Monger
Uncouth interpolations rummage in and out
The jagged paths of your tongue where a stone
Sines the road of ignorance and malignance
God forbid the flesh and bones void of soul
May the lightning struck the spines and spikes
Buried in the harried moans of grief and relief
God forbid ten folds and eternity
poem by Norman Santos
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