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Dart Board

Like a dart board I can handle a good game I get pierced Sliced Torn down Many exert their frustrations From the world This place I'm medieval I love watching battle Each dart thrown A spectacle of madness tackled I'm always on the wall People constantly stare In desperate need of dough Place bets on me, do you dare? I'm shaped like an onion, I can be smelly But very attractive Although I appear shallow My layers can bring out your best Our relations are always 50/50 If it were any other way You'd just look at me I'm at the wall hanging solitaire

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Date: 3/15/2013 11:52:00 PM
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Lynn Dolly
Date: 3/16/2013 12:07:00 AM
hehe..yup ;)
Date: 3/11/2013 1:27:00 PM
An imagery I have not seen before. Creative for sure. The poem kind of brings to mind the Nine Inch Nails song, hurt. I don't know why because that song is more about self affliction. I guess if we allow ourselves to be the dart board then that is a form of self affliction, then again if you don't take a dart every now and then it gets boring lol. Nice poem Sharon. I do see your personalization in your poems, probably why I enjoy them. Take care and make sure to throw a few darts when needed.
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Lynn Dolly
Date: 3/11/2013 9:30:00 PM
Playing dart is part of life..keeps the excitement up! Cheers, Sharon

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