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What got me into poetry, Was possession in my head, When I died a poet took over , After a bloody head on smash, he said. (1975 prang ) When I’m playing billiards, Getting beaten with a cue, And the canons do elude me, Cos I haven’t got a clue. I call on Walter Lindrum, a departed billiard great, Saying “help me with me game, yes old bloody mate,” And the cannons start a flowing, and the balls are falling quick, And ole Walter is a thumping, billiard balls a little bit, Then we’re really on his game. So you get the spirit in you , A great one at the game, And it works and flows completely , Solitary just a thinking, that you’re really not insane, Just on the flip. Then im out a driving and waiting , For a break in the traffic, Mentally ask another driver, To let me in, And the next thing he is waving , indicating, And I’m waving back and saying thanks to him. 4-dec-11 Don Johnson Michael J. Falotico Contest Name What brought you to poetry??? contest

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Date: 12/4/2011 8:05:00 PM
Good one again mate...Oh you are flying Don! Win another one mate!
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Date: 12/4/2011 5:01:00 AM
Great idea..I am going to think I am President of the USA and see what happens..Reads like a winner..Should be a winner..The contest is on..Thanks for the faithfulness in reading my work..Sara
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Date: 12/4/2011 4:27:00 AM
Testify my brother! Great write Don. Enjoyed it. Good luck in the contest.
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