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The Green Field

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I look around
I see my options
I swiftly chalk my stick
My brother looks disappointed

The strips catch my eyes
I bend down
I line up for the shot

I rush and miss the ball
My brother laughs
I think to myself
Don’t rush don’t rush

I line up my shot




Again…
I think don’t rush don’t rush
The cue ball is perfectly a lined
The eight ball on the other side

I hit the cue ball
The ball goes slowly down the green field
The balls hit and the eight ball goes in.

YES I won
I start dancing
I hear the sound of two balls going

Down…


Down…




And down…

I turn around to see the cue ball
Well… gone
My brother cheers
I think. Well maybe another time





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