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Prom night She stood there all alone Tapping her foot to the beat In the back left corner pocket The cue ball decided it was time to end the game of billiards He spotted the eight ball all alone Nodding his head to the music And the cue ball called the shot Into the back left corner pocket He rolled forward Steps calculated Swagger restrained Sights set on the back left corner pocket He conversed with the eight ball Talking to him Coaxing him to move Toward the back left corner pocket The cue ball watched from a distance Having already imparted all its momentum As the eight ball headed For the back left corner pocket The eight ball was unsure Dressed in a black button up shirt With matching dress pants But he continued to roll To the back left corner pocket He motioned for the girl to follow And hand in hand They left for the dance floor together They left the back left corner pocket The cue ball sat back and admired his work The other billiards player left Having lost to the usual call The winner always sank that last shot Into the back left corner pocket
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Back Left Corner Pocket
Prom night She stood there all alone Tapping her foot to the beat In the back left corner pocket The cue ball decided it was time to end the game of billiards He spotted the eight ball all alone Nodding his head to the music And the cue ball called the shot Into the back left corner pocket He rolled forward Steps calculated Swagger restrained Sights set on the back left corner pocket He conversed with the eight ball Talking to him Coaxing him to move Toward the back left corner pocket The cue ball watched from a distance Having already imparted all its momentum As the eight ball headed For the back left corner pocket The eight ball was unsure Dressed in a black button up shirt With matching dress pants But he continued to roll To the back left corner pocket He motioned for the girl to follow And hand in hand They left for the dance floor together They left the back left corner pocket The cue ball sat back and admired his work The other billiards player left Having lost to the usual call The winner always sank that last shot Into the back left corner pocket
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jolkin
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
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