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The boys are drawing lines again, almost
Everywhere you look. They're shaking
Fists and making threats, and piling
Stones and other weapons, inching ever
Closer to the accident or calculation
Which begins the fight to see who's
So tough as he says. The others all
Around will die. Some boys themselves
Are apt to perish. In the end, when
Nothing's left, when all the lines have been
Transgressed, we'll creep out of our
Caves and shelters to discover which
Of them have won.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-13 at 14:21

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Pretty sad, but the same show repeats itself time and time again. We all know the end. Good writing.