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180

Like a bullet to the board

I threw and threw

The impossible 180

Beyond all these thoughts

 

Week after week the team sighed

Hand covering faces

Shouts of oh noooo

Yet still I did throw

 

Ti's an honour to play

If only I was as good as before

My bullets not true

My score always blue

 

Then it came

A night as we know

I'm on my old usual

The 7s I show

 

It's nothing to shout

Until it occured

I threw like I knew It

All nervously I'm sure

 

Till 3 darts did happen

180 it's true

I couldn't believe it

And neither will you

 

Then to add to this tale

My son did inhale

His first in his life

A 180 last night

 

Impossible 180

A fait accompli

My longing a next time

We'll see eh maybe

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andy-fardell
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Published
Mar 21, 2025
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