Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
Whenever the ball drops
there’s someone just behind it
who couldn’t keep their grip
Sometimes it rolls a bit
and it’s hard to find the
Some people have weak hands
Some people rely on that
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