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Jul 2013
Games

that landed on the chalk mark
you could see all the way from here
but there is no actual field of play
the games are built on fear

it hit the very top of the net
and bounced and that isn't fair
but there is no hardened clay or grass
and there is no painted square

it landed west of the foul pole
just ask these people there
but there are few real spectators
and even fewer really care

it's when you pretend that you are real
and your thoughts are so sincere
then you vanish your heart safely tucked
so very far from here

games have been around for a very long time
they are as old as the human race
it's so hard to understand
when they're played right in your face

like you don't matter one little bit
hey so you'll never see me again
that makes it so easy to bend the rules
and I thought you were my friend

no peanuts popcorn or ******* jacks
not one single special prize
you feel quite fine lying to me
while you look right in my eyes

the first to score a touchdown
or the first to touch home plate
I sure hope you feel better now
you've closed the entry gate

so the games will continue on
a new town another face
you might tip your hat to the crowd
on your next trip to first base

Gomer Lepoet...
what a beautiful day for a game, the sun is shinning, and the crowd is settling in. Hey beer man!
David Nelson
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David Nelson  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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