#952228 added February 17, 2019 at 3:34pm Restrictions: None
My Umpire Calls
Why I Must Quit
A young heart, beating like the hummingbird,
Could drown a roar of crickets romantic rhapsody,
As I chased black-specked white leather in red laces
Until her delicate voice like Saran wrapped the scene.
Heavy the lumber left in the hall like tomorrow will never come.
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