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THE POETRY OF THE GAME

ALL SEASON

June 21, 2017 by bardpoems

In summer, lost
Fouls to bushes

And find them
Again in fall.

Spring mornings,
At mom’s,

(where no one shaved)

Soft toss alone
In blue fleece.

Categories Chris Carson
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