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Pinball Wayside
The balls are spinning by but yet few hit the mark
Is it by intention that they hit a spark
Go not all postal but rather slam into the source
Nothing can deter this force
Standing alone or so it seems
Nothing can dilute this steam
Even haunting in dreams
Morbid wound as if by an assassin's team
And what part in the madness of life
A child born dead
Spouse that has no wife
Doctor too late to save child
Is it by intention that they hit a spark
Go not all postal but rather slam into the source
Nothing can deter this force
Standing alone or so it seems
Nothing can dilute this steam
Even haunting in dreams
Morbid wound as if by an assassin's team
And what part in the madness of life
A child born dead
Spouse that has no wife
Doctor too late to save child
Published 3rd Feb 2012
| Edited 14th Mar 2012
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