Degrees of Difficulty
By ralph
Tue, 18 Jan 2022
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There was a girl I used to know
who would swallow dive on to her
four poster bed in times of excitement.
She’d start her run in the hallway –
ensure the matting was taped down hard.
Trips could lose her points, even smash a nose.
Afterwards, whilst smoking French cigarettes,
she’d recount other dives and falls.
The twist of fate that broke her heart.
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