Hometown Haiku

Dad looks on as I fill the radiator of my old 1968 Ford Galaxie

Pop fixed everything.
Pity that talent wasn’t
hereditary.

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Bobby Ball

I love poetry. But I'm picky. No one pays me to read and write poems. It's more of a labor of love. I guess that puts me in good company. This is a project to discover why some poems strike you deep, deep down, while others leave you cold. I've got some ideas, and I'm eager to learn. I'll show you some of mine. Maybe we'll learn something new.

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