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All is Chances or Who is Heather?

I’m sorry for not getting back to you till now.
If it weren’t for your picture in the newspaper
I would have missed you.
I must admit you look a bit stiff.
Out of the frame so to speak.
I suppose they had to hype your accomplishments.
Killing the ball with nobody on
makes no sense at all.
You could have hired a ghost writer to do that!
Now I ask you who is the capitol of Memphis?
Rabes or Brawn?
Will a spell-check catch that one?
All I know is you ask that.
and yesterday was tomorrow.
Everybody’s gone.
And the odds are heather to return.
Nothing is impossible

Published in Poetry