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 |
Posted: 2008-11-28 06:11:57 UTC |
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