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7d
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
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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