hand-off

Hand-Off
12-2-17

Lacking the grapevine
On the whole to represent the triumph
God bless the Celts on the premises
Not yet thou knowest in time our warm breast
And confusion's flag unfurled
As to foment discord
And get on with the hoping for tomorrow's sermon
To be right up my alley
For paths to knowledge
Fold their bright wings alone
As to exercise and conjure up the courage
For oak of leaves fallen
Taking up Fitzgerald
To but work out our idiom
O, literary sensation shine on
Onward to the bay
Looking for shelter for the hand-off
Our play offensive in teammates...