The Man Who Loves To Dribble
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the man who sets the game alight
like fire from tiny twigs
and with a sigh he dances by
the towering – the big
¶ 2
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the man who loves to improvise
the concentrating eyes
the teasing shift the grace the twist
all cloaked in sweet disguise
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the man who stands there like a child
with dribbling on his mind
the shoulder drops he turns he stops
then leaves them all behind
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we watch in wonder and bemused
what happened to last season?
the magic flows the Garden grows
who doesn’t love our Eden?
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