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Monday, August 11, 2003
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BAD LIGHT STOPPED PLAY
Alan said
(and Keith agreed)
it's when you get past fifty
that mortality
becomes an issue.
Wrists and fingers,
one time nifty,
stiffen.
Easy catches miss you;
one-time demon bowlers
slump in deckchairs
sipping whisky.
Keith remarked
(and Alan nodded)
that, like smirking boys again, you're shifty
when the girls walk by.
Oh yes, they'll kiss you
on acquaintance,
but their smiles are misty,
drifting, painted onto tissue.
Forty-odd and rising,
the scoreboard climbs
to tickle fifty.
6:00:17 PM 
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2006
Dick Jones.
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