i was going to start this morning with a little poem for you (cause i'm so nice like that):
the cat peed on my blankets
the dog crapped in the hall
the kids were up at 4:30
i haven't slept at all.
but then i remembered what today was!
HAPPY PITCHERS AND CATCHERS!!!!!!!!!
baseball is back! forget what that damn groundhog said....spring is officially here!
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here's a better poem for today:
harbinger
i heard spring this morning.
not in the shrill chirp of a red-breasted robin
skittering beneath barren branches
but in a garbled, whisky-throated announcer
coloring a static filled broadcast.
where men who play at being boys
or boys who play at being men
dot a dusty diamond
carved in a field of pre-spring emerald
and a game in its perfection
can stop time.
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