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By Savannah Haze Date: 2007 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.17.00.20.11200]] |
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The only thing louder than your voice is that orange shirt you’re wearing, pretending you are there in the stands, though you are [only] here with me You jump And flop And yell And curse And grunt And groan Sometimes commiserate Sometimes celebrate You pour yourself into this game Until all that’s left of you in the end is A smile or a scowl If only you put that much emotion into me I might not be writing poems at midnight While you sleep in the other room. |