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I will not shake her hand;
Surely you understand?
My people, every day,
Will shake the hand of death.
Her kinsmen’s uncouth plan
Inflicts its pain and hurt
Across my native land,
Where bodies lie in dirt
Days after their last breath.
I was told I must play;
She is allowed to stand
And face me at the net.
It’s not her fault, and yet
I will not shake her hand.
...Thursday 13th July 2023 7:10 am
The Umpire’s Decision
at a Women’s Seniors Tennis Match
Sitting in this chair I see you,
Tension stretching every nerve.
My life’s tea would be much sweeter
With you there, “Miss Mills to serve.”
I remember other summers.
Football king meets tennis queen:
At first sight I lost my heart
To you, Miss Mills, at just “Fifteen, love.”
Playing,...
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