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Love and the 8ball
by Bradd HowardI've learned everything I need to know
from smoke filled billiard halls.
... everything can be accomplished with a carefully aimed shot.
Sometimes having no balls is perfectly o.k.
... even our most trusted tools can slip right through our fingers with out the perfect grip.
Maybe love is remembering to chalk your friend's cue...
Maybe love is accidentally (unpurpose) knocking in your partner's balls.
Maybe love is a carefully aimed shot which misses it's mark (slightly)
Maybe love is the 8ball that refuses to enter a pocket and just rolls around the table all night.
alluding carefully aimed shots. 05/06/2005 Author's Note: just re-found this piece... I think I kinda like it...
Posted on 05/06/2005
Copyright © 2024 Bradd Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Melanie J Yarbrough on 08/07/05 at 01:58 AM I love the first two lines.. and the fourth line made me smile... hell, I love it all! :) great title |
| Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 09/01/08 at 02:10 AM "Maybe love is the 8ball that refuses to enter a pocket and just rolls around the table all night." Haha. Ain't it the truth. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/26/08 at 08:04 PM i think i kinda like it too! |
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