For Arnel

He is walking slow, and talking low
Some folks may call him small
But he makes a big impression
When he swings that bowling ball.

Lucky Lanes is a happy place
And I think we all have found
Tje lucky part is more pronounced
When Arnel is around.

If you don't find him at home
I think I do recall
He will be at Lucky Lanes
Swinging that bowling ball.

(A poem written for my brother who bowled regularly in
bowling league well into his eighty's)

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