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Thursday, October 18, 2012



 A walk by the window, my sixty-seven,
 with football in hand, iPod in ear;
it must be like a blissful heaven--
oblivious to the world, when I am near.
Alas, like a flower in bloom,
new, fresh to the touch, I hold you--
the heavens sing joyful hymns and booms;
however, I still feel ever so blue.
Yet, your eye flickers my way,
 in the hustle and bustle of a crowd,
sidelined, an injury delays--
a wave spotted among the fury and sound.
 Football in hand, the minute strike eleven,
a possible victory, how I love sixty-seven.

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