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those crisp empty boxes have been left there for the imagination to fill up with mind stuff for that kid in the park, alone with a soccer ball, a good one, one his grandma bought for him for the World Cup he gets past Maradona, yes, Diego Maradona. Horton is ahead of him, Tim Horton, in goal charging hard, forcing his shot wide for the goal of a minimalist poem could be donuts, for Grammy to take the whole team out for donuts filled with mind stuff
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Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 5:00 PM UTC
The World Cup as Minimalist Poem
those crisp empty boxes have been left there for the imagination to fill up with mind stuff for that kid in the park, alone with a soccer ball, a good one, one his grandma bought for him for the World Cup he gets past Maradona, yes, Diego Maradona. Horton is ahead of him, Tim Horton, in goal charging hard, forcing his shot wide for the goal of a minimalist poem could be donuts, for Grammy to take the whole team out for donuts filled with mind stuff
© Jim Kleinhenz
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Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 5:00 PM UTC
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