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Poem Details
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| Title: | Pinball |
| Author: | Mrs. |
| Date Submitted: | 4/30/2013 |
| Poem: |
A game of pinball, never-ending This, that, him, her, them, Who, what, when, where, why Can''t change the world. Is that my handwriting? How did my keys get there? Did I just drive here? Faster and faster, this ball continues. I need a drink, then another; Problems solved, decisions made What consequences? Ball drops, consequences seen. And the game begins again.... |