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A bowler's lament
1976, that summer’s heat making light work of my shoddy whites.
Sweat beads slip from my crown, wiped from my brow,
They run the bails of my fingers, to where a rubicund sphere sits.
As a boy, it held no mystery, taught me no lessons,
It told no lies, held no surprise, a simple ball to my eyes.
And I, a player in its game, out in the field, making up the numbers.
That cri...
Thursday 22nd April 2021 3:06 pm
A Dark Memory
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If only he hadn't had freckles.
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If only he had been taller.
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If only he hadn't spoken with a lisp.
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If only he had liked playing football.
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If only he hadn't been so shy.
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If only the teachers had noticed.
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If only he hadn't worn shorts.
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If only he had liked pop music.
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If only he had said something.
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