this does not reach the end of all the facts
a moment more and we achieve a peace
a red ball bounces just short of the crease
and someone counts off numbers of impacts
this story has a paucity of acts
for no good reason nor out of caprice
the process won't begin unless you cease
and all that matters is who first reacts
now this is not the tale of any liar
but a sad history of many years
given to us by those who would not turn
their heads to look at friends sent far higher
since that would show the heavy flowing tears
and now each memory is left to burn
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
10 May 2008
scanty history
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