Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Ode to Mark

your like the strings of a soft guitar 
whose Eyes are bright on a cold summer morning 
it seems to me the longest time since I have seen the speed of your heart
racing to win , to have fun
and your heart never says stop.
like a twinkling light holding on to the future 
you go out to the fields feeling 20 again,
we cheer for you saying:"go daddy go go daddy daddy"
every time you get injured but your always in a good mood 
it seems to me like your guiding me through luck.

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