Chess Poem 08: Mr. Kentucky Chess (Acrostic)
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Kim Barney
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Sorely missed will this man be
Three thousand tournaments he organized
Every Kentucky player knew him
Violently killed for no reason
Evidently by one who knew him well
Don't let chess die in Kentucky!
In his memory build it up
Let it grow by
Leaps and bounds
All his friends now mourn his passing
Rich are they for having known him
Despair can't win; out with those frowns!
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