Angel Sources Run |
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Along white birch May a light spread as convention. Upon the padded shins and mitted fists of young men crouched on playing fields swelled stubbornness, resolve, other alternatives to lust ( i.e. shadow, beer cans, busted at-bats).  Across the park a woman canters a big horse down the ravine; across the lake two lovers wrestle in the trees.  As the heavens rise above them, adjunct & incidental, the shortstop muffs a pop-up and the leftfielder throws the runner out at home:  this world is so abstract the bleachers howl to greet it! |
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