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A Kyrielle poem written for Day 2 of "Rhythm & Rhyme Poetry Challenge" The night was young, the lanes were fast, The pins did fall, it couldn't last. A split, no two, I had to pout, T'was leaving me the odd man out. One to my left, one on my right, Me betwixt, the pins tall and white. My ball's away, "Oh no, a rout." T'was leaving me the odd man out. One strike, two strikes, three, then a spare, My teammates miss their shots, how rare. I'm the one who's left, tall and stout, T'was leaving me the odd man out.
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