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The Shot

The afternoon was clear and hot Bad weather to do games of sport Definitely of any sort But this was the only chance I got I boldly took my spot Thoughtless of the man I am not Wounds now clot Breath now short And like a thunder bolt I let it float with volt Swishing as it feels every knot Tomorrow will thank me for this shot

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/8/2024 12:09:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.