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And Hand Grenades

Toss another ringer;
Throw a dart across her face.
Could have stood to go in deeper;
Almost doesn’t count no more.
 
Volatile breed,
Searching for the luck in horseshoes.
Walking the circumference of the blast zone;
Always fear to catch the flak.
 
Physical competitions;
All I’ve got to win I’ll throw.
Catch her on the rebound;
Do I pull the pin or put it in?
 
Dangers of the war zone;
Try to sew the missing limb.
Passions of a kids’ game;
Call a point to celebration.
 
Who’s to say we’re ever wrong;
Who’s to say we’ve grown up strong?
Churns with all we’re beaten in;
Craft a breed and let tales spin.
 
Perfect might exist again.

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