Sonnet: Ronnie O’Sullivan

Ronnie O’Sullivan. A Snooker God. He plays the table and leaves you awed With furrowed brow, he prowls toward the green, He paces, seeing shots that have not been.   And then with care, he starts to play his game. Each shot perfectly played he earns his name: The Rocket. Watching him I’m in heaven... Continue Reading →

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