Dead centerA Poem by willwebI am not made of cork, not as porous as I may seem, no colorful rings in reds and blues or numbers tattooed on my torso I don’t hang around your basement (anymore) by a wire hooked on a 1 5/8” sheet rock screw, sunk into the faux maple paneling There is no score to keep, no winners, no cheering, spilled beer or Cheetos crushed into the indoor/outdoor carpeting But I do feel like a dart board and my heart is the bulls eye Nice shot! © 2014 willwebReviews
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Added on June 18, 2014Last Updated on June 18, 2014 AuthorwillwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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