written in response to the Red Sox dismal performance vs the Yankees....
Oh balls foul tipped slow trickled…. down the line Oh balls you whirling dervish biting air…quick clawing down and away Oh balls wood slapped rising in an arc of cheers falling in the leathered web of tears Oh balls the games go on and though I age the heart still plays John G. Lawless ©9/26/2021
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