Marb

By Shine-On •
A marble rolls
Across the top
The table edge
Comes soon
Lurching towards
The heightened ledge
Dropping to
Its fate
Before the ground
Came rushing in
A hand
Slipped underneath
Saving glass
From tile
Making life
Worth while
By Shine-On •
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