Strawberries and dream / different strokes
¶ 1
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Thwack!
Cold, hard steel smites tightly wound rubber banded core – Fore!
The least times the better
¶ 2
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Thwack! (grunt!)
Steely-eyed metronome smites steel-edged hi-tensile cat-gut against
Rubber-encased pressurised air, over a taut net
The least times the better
¶ 3
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Thwack! (grunt!) ouch!
A steel-edged hoe smites rock solid ground
To little or no horticultural effect
The least times the better
¶ 4
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We’re now in that hazy, lazy void of a calendar
Even post AfCON, Copa America, WWC
Oh how I long for the surety
Where each thwack, could be boot to ball, or
Well-timed clash of well-honed bodies colliding, fairly
Where each strike of the ball is aimed, to settle squarely
IN the net
The more times the better
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