#1067510 added April 5, 2024 at 9:15am Restrictions: None
Another Folly
Your serves are slams across pervasive nets;
I see no way to act, too slow to volley.
So there goes love and love, again, I guess
And none to blame but me, another folly.
I call fault, you storm across the court
while out-of-bounds, your racket hits the ref
what once was partnership, a spoiled sport;
where once we shared exchanges, you are deaf.
I'm left alone to play a game for two
No strategy to plan, no way to force it
And no one, now, remembers me and you;
My only move's to walk away and forfeit.
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