Are You Reading Me?
Sunday, February 05, 2017
bowl you say
okay I'm game, how do you play?
Well first we need a special guy
to hoist that gleaming trophy high
someone funny, handsome and smart
that has an overflowing heart
and it's someone I've been lucky to call
my grandson, he's the best of them all.
A fraction of the love I feel
for him would be enough to heal
this world consumed with all that's fake
as the coliseum begins to shake.
Some things are more important. Nice poem
He's such a good kid
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