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Eight line poem |
| All it took was the blink of an eye Life was good and so was I. A slip, a trip, that’s all it’s taken. Black eyes, and bones a break’n Reliant now on a pair of crutches A love/hate friendship has formed. They let me know I’m in their clutches, To be aware, stay on my feet, they warned. Prompt: A blink of an eye. |