And they shrug sometimes, too. 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 dropper Some people have weak hands Some people rely on that Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...