by Bob Carlton
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Ball, white
in blue sky
or skipping
through grass
too green
not to dream.
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Posted 8/17/10
Posted on 08/17/10
Published in Free Verse, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 1 Comment
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Published in Free Verse, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 1 Comment
Stephen Jones wrote,
Love this – drop the comma and make it perfect
Link | August 17th, 2010 at 8:23 pm