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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... 
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IDENTITY CRISIS I am a ball player, master of the lines you surely have recognized my name. I am your national hero, loved and respected because I am the best at the game. I understand the lines you see as no one ever before the papers do say. I am the game as no others before I can score the most any given day! I thank the gods for the lines the increments that give meaning and define. I score at will across, through, over, or around my best goals recorded for all time. The lines give me meaning, identity they give we wives, money, cars, and command. I am like a god because I am master of the lines I fill the stadiums with screaming, paying fans. Today I am lost for the lines are all gone disappeared,vanished,gone are my very best friends. Who am I but nothing without my beloved lines where do I go, what do I do, how do I begin or end? bleeding... "Tis ink coming from his arm, Captain!" |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Daniel~ I was immediately struck with thoughts of Field Of Dreams which was such a poignant tale and is one of my favorite movies. Very nicely portrayed view of the heroes of our days of remembering. I enjoyed this very much. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Alle'cram Senior Member
since 2000-02-28
Posts 1816Texas |
...well, here I am, your friend, to tell you your lines are wonderful, as displayed in this poem! Good writing. Love, Marcy  |
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