The Chances For Glory Poem by Pierre Rausch
The Chances For Glory
Anyone in the back
I said nothing about
I think I broke my arm
This isn't what supposed to happen
Anyway let's do the best of it
Between the honeymoon trees
Between the hungry cedars
A black dress on a yellow shirt
It's the way to the sportsman
You don't need to change
The changes come itself
Pointing to the key
See the positive in a tragedy
Randomize art on spectrum
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