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July 23, 2007



The Neruda poem is lovely, but given recent headlines, this might be more topical...and timeless as well.

- Politics
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics?
Yet here's a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there's a politician
That has read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!


Captain Kirk

Someone mention the Whale? :shock:
Cue: Brass Bonanza

Quick! Somebody unleash the bloodthirsty Imus!!!!


This John Anderson played left wing for the Whalers in the late 1980s. In the world of hockey poets, he has few peers.

Green Jersey World

In a yesterday before tomorrow
I skated wing for Ray Ferraro.
My goals were few, I could not shoot;
I had fewer assists than Mike Liut.

Weeks went by without a shot
'Til Babych fed me in the slot.
Beer-guzzling fans prepared a toast
But my one-timer hit the post.

But in my dreams, with passing years
Brass Bonanzas burn my ears.
I fill the nets with goals in flurries,
More than Gretzkys, Coffeys, Kurris.

Now that I am passing fifty
My shots are true, puck handling nifty.
No long lost skill our minds remember
Does not improve as we pass September.

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