Dominoes

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Dominoes

The dominoes were up,
Laid out for miles.
This one chose to cross my path-
I resolved to kick it.

And it fell-

As did the next one,
And the next one,
And the next one.
Miles away, they still fall,
And all shatter upon impact-

Oh, woe!

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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