Crying in the Wilderness

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Michael Smith
Aug 18, 2023
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Dunno: For when they go, what do you say?
The ones who really mattered: those, I mean
Who showed you stuff you would have left unseen
Without them. Subtleties of soccer play,
E.g. And then PM some sunny day,
They wing it off beyond the TV screen
And so you ask: On whom have I to lean
For what he knew, now he’s immortally away?

This part is meant to answer. Answer have I none.
I grope and trudge and prolly drink too much,
Count syllables, but Lord knows I’m no Donne
And have no words to speak of him or such
As he, if such there be. His battle’s done
And he and I have finally lost touch.

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autisticsumofan
Sep 21, 2023

If only it weren't about soccer.

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Michael Pollak
Aug 18, 2023

Love the last line

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