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Dominoes

what once stood up now, no longer like dominoes, one knocking over the other all laying neatly in a straight row with a clicking sound as down it goes each connected by the dots never enough when I draw my lot what I once had and now haven't got never even get to take a shot too much time to stand them up once it's there, then it's not ending coming too abrupt like a blind man on a bluff

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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