Live and let die



Two balls sitting on a park lawn under the shade of an oak tree   One is green the other is red  They are inflated and ready for game  Won't anyone play with us 
The statue in the background was there since the park's beginning and demanded that the balls be removed because they were trespassing  The park manager kicked both balls out of the park  One was run over by a car and the other was now the property of a happy child 

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window by Richard de Dale We speak of forgotten sins to boast and pass the time, With laughter in our mouths our souls attempt sublime, Is confession the only cure for ignorant despair? A public cry for absolution fills the air, Thus man in consolation begs forgiveness fair.   Picture source  unknown   Poetry blogger (all poetry and art work not credited is possession of this blogger) 
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