Louis Parr Poems

The sixth month is here as the crowds begin to cheer,
welcome to Wimbledon.
The players have travelled far, a quick hello, then au revoir,
a simple introduction.
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It is the day, the first Sunday of July,
I have reached my goal; I have reached my high,
I win the toss and choose to serve first,
I challenge a call, it is reversed,
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Three, lonely wolves once lived together,

each one wished for a separate thing.
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