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His mind declined to answer. Sadly it had happened again
He let slip the chance yet again
Had he gone bananas? When the option showed up beaming
he could not wrap it up
He towered over the rest when at his best but he burned
the goodness again this time around. He could only manage to
breathe some light greetings before he began to stammer.
Stuck in the mud he wondered in bewilderment
His shoes didn't fit. Rarely caught unawares he looked
into the distance. The reality seemed apparent. The
Starpainters were taking over now. The regular stance
called for a review to stoke his confidence a few notches up
The ring was safely in his grips but still in his pocket!
To think this was the second attempt
Why was it so difficult to pop the six-million dollar
question and slip it on?
Mish at d'Verse Prosery: Tribute to Gordon Downie