I Said My Peace

Buddy knew they’d hit each other

Til the hitting had run out.

Andy knew that hitting had

Pretty much lost it’s clout.

It was hit or be hit.

And once u bin hit upon.

The nights grow dark

The light grows dim

Then, like that!

Your sight is gone.

Your ears shut tight

And though you might

You keep yer squinting eyes so closed

That folks think yer asleep.

Cause they don’t know you keep.

The top ten hits

To then match wits

With the best damn hitters on the block.

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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