Wednesday, September 23, 2015

The Fork In The Road Comments

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The room was dark at midday when Yogi breathed his last.
His brain, now starved for oxygen, went searching through his past.
Did he recall the shores of France back when he was nineteen?
Or think upon those rings he’d won with those great 50’s teams?
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John F. McCullagh
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