Poetry
On Spring Bank Holiday Monday 2001 David and John Smith called at Borders book shop in Leeds where they decided to stop for a cup of tea and a snack, it just so happened that it was “Open Mike” poetry reding night. David decided to have a go at poetry himself.
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Remembering Tom
I watched his skill at manoeuvring the balls. In the far-away days, of the Billiard Halls.
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Collecting Bug
I caught the bug some years ago; it seemed nothing at the time. But the thing got a hold of me, its ridiculous and at times sublime.
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A Pool Players Luck
I am drawn against a new opponent today A stranger to me I’ve never seen him play. He plays all his shots with lots of pluck, Such a pity he relies so much on luck.
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Yesterdays Players
Yesterdays players are a memory that fades from view. Replaced by modern wielders of the skilful cue
