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Watching Steffi beat Monica on tv at Fat Jack's in Provincetown I was seized with an urge as I sometimes am to write a syllabic poem on the spot which was none too clean and packed to the gills with elbows and shrimp Hey Sparky I yelled to the bartender you got a pen? Sure he said knowing my propensities make it ten syllables a line Well why not I said but on the other hand why? Because look this is the tenth game of the third set Sparky said so I smoothed out the napkin while the crowd screamed You can do it! and wrote

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