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Poetry Is A Series Of Explanations Of Life, Fading Off Into Horizons Too Swift For Explanations.

Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown Into A Big Empty Box Fill It Full.

I Remember In My Early 20s When I Felt I Couldn't Live Past 30. I Was Learning How To Write. I Had A Lot Of Hard Work Ahead Of Me.

I Remember The Chillicothe Ballplayers Grappling The Long Island Ball Players In A Sixteen-inning Game Ended By Darkness. And The Shoulders Of The Chillicothe Players Were A Red Smoke Against The Sundown And The Shoulders Of The Rock Island Players Were A Yellow Smoke Against The Sundown. And The Umpire's Voice Was Hoarse Calling Balls And Strikes And Outs And The Umpire's Throat Fought In The Dust For A Song.

Be Careful With Your Words, Once They Are Said, They Can Only Be Forgiven, Not Forgotten.