Bowl me over. in Poetry by Me
- Feb. 28, 2015, 5:42 a.m.
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What it must be like
To roll through life
Knocking over
Shapely pin after
Shapely pin
Without concern
Of the scars
Left behind
Splits and spares
Never daring
To leave one stand
Proud to take them all out
And leave them
Scattered about
Devastated
For someone else to pick up
And dust off
And upright
Only to be mowed down again
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