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IT'S JUST BOWLING MY DEAR

IT'S JUST BOWLING MY DEAR

When a group of people stand...

You turn off the Volume...

One Ball...

Ten Pins...

A Beautiful Alley...

People laughing...

One by one they can fall...

The Gutter Ball...

That was a close one...

You can almost hear the Pins sigh?

You can make your imagination do wonders...

We can make the people believe we don't see the Shape of them?

They probably don't even realize...

In our minds...

We're only Bowling...

They control their fall...

Or don't at all...

They can't stand laughter...

Seems they lack a little sense of humour?

sparrowsong Ice Queen

 

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Terry Reeves

Hi Sparrow,
I used to bowl - it's good
for your corpulent soul!
Love,
Terry.
xxo :)

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sparrowsong

Hello Terry...

Corpulent Soul!
​​​​​​
😂

I didn't used to see people as I rolled the ball...

Now, I need to put a No Trespassing at the Bowling Alley on myself...

Otherwise, it might be too addicting for me and I'd never want to leave...

STRIKE!

Oh the sound...

😏

Thank you for your fun comment and support...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

 

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