Life's a Perfect game.A Poem by William heathRead it.
No time to breath,
Life sucks let's be forward. Every moment of greatness in life is followed by two more bad ones. Because once you get your pins lined up, Life rolls a strike on you. And the harder you try to beat the odds, Life keeps bowling a perfect game. So who?....or should we say even what?.. Is the big a*s ball in your life that keeps smashing through your pins. © 2016 William heath |
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Added on December 1, 2016 Last Updated on December 1, 2016 AuthorWilliam heathGranite Falls , NCAboutWell I've only really been writing for a few years now but I've really been getting into the swing of it lately. I really would like to turn my writing into a career one day but I figured that putti.. more..Writing
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