The Sweetest Times
¶ 1
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The sweetest ball I ever struck
jumped up (a divot – bit of luck),
and flew, topspin, o’er keeper’s head.
“Do it again,” the Scotsman said.
¶ 2
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The sweetest girls I’ve ever known,
are front of mind when I’m alone.
The days can never be that bad
when you’re a Mom or you’re a Dad.
¶ 3
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The sweetest times in life, it seems:
family, football, divots, dreams,
good goals scored, and children born,
boots and booties being worn.
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… when you’re down and feeling stuck
recall that divots may bring luck.
Let daughters’ voices soothe your head.
Get to what the Scotsman said.
¶ 6
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Uncertain, though, the age we live in,
we know we will be forgiven
the small things. The greater crime’s
the missing out on sweetest times.
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