Fri, 05 May 2023
| last modified Thu, 01 Jan 2026
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The silence plummets,
With the arching dart,
Homing in a little to the left of where I thought to land a hit,
But alas a double eleven is struck,
Surely darts fly to my best interest,
Surely this sequential flying dream will pierce the-
Oh, I missed the board,
A joyous giggle resounds between friends.
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