sunny girl came strolling
in her arms a bowl of apricots
we shared a few while bowling
and talk of what is and what nots
her turn, she sent the ball rolling
a strike she scored, 'twas a lucky shot
but soon her luck was tolling
on me, as my luck was not so hot



1:56am   10-21-97   -/\-

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this poem appeared in Inanimate Object #23
winter 1997-98 issue, from Santa Ana, CA