Three Shots For A Dollar

Yeah, it gets a little longer every year,
Just by a name or two. Never thought that
I would be one of those standing in this line.
Who am I to complain? I willingly, paid my
Two bits of bleeding heart for a chance
To toss the balls, after hearing the barkers opening call.
How was I to know I would miss, become caught
In that heart print net beyond the milk bottles?
Oh well, live and learn I guess.

04/06/2003

Author's Note: Written from a male perspective Posted because you asked....

Posted on 04/06/2003
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