Monday, May 24, 2010

My Poem

Inside my memory
Lies images so many
So many of them exist
It's almost uncanny.

Most vivid of which
The one above all
Is the time we played soccer
Torturing the ball

Johnny gave a kick
And the ball went up high
Down on Clement's head
He began to cry

We crowded around him
Checking his head
In case there's a mountain
And he can't go to bed

All seems to be fine
He's just a crybaby
After 5 minutes
He was still sobbing




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