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Zenball: A World Of Homers

The clear zing into the air
As my thoughts depart from existence.
The little brain waves ramble along the bases.
Sick to the thought of motion my spirit hovers.
For I never left home plate.
I am everywhere all the time.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/16/2009 4:15:00 PM
nod......sometimes yes and sometimes no..or no where..aye? Light & Love
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Date: 6/16/2009 8:46:00 AM
Matt what a great sense of humor you have here - God Bless, MJ
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Date: 6/15/2009 7:24:00 PM
hey Matt! this is fun and "off the charts!".... I like that about this poem! I think like this sometimes too!!! Jim
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