
Balance begins early.
Building blocks of wood.
Bombies blasted with taws.
Beams balancing in gym class.
Be it what it may, it all leads
to vocation.
…..
This is in response to the Living Poetry September Visual Poetry Prompt.
Balance begins early.
Building blocks of wood.
Bombies blasted with taws.
Beams balancing in gym class.
Be it what it may, it all leads
to vocation.
…..
This is in response to the Living Poetry September Visual Poetry Prompt.
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How true and clever, too.
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Very nice. What’s a “bombie” and a “taw”?
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Thank you! “Bombies” allows a player to take one or two steps while holding his or her marble and, while closing one eye, will line up over one of the opponent’s marbles and drop the marble trying to hit the marble on the ground. A “taw” is generally a larger marble used to shoot with
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Nicely done!
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Love the B poem
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Very lovely!
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My pleasure 🙂
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