|Pool Table, by George Chow|
From marble of cuteness, to pool table's performance. The sand ball did not last, snow ball melt with tears, to pool games of amazement. I grow beckon eternity and less noise. But the profession long for endless play, and challenges. As i find lucks of eternal life in pool, if the balance of quietness is only the answer.
|Posted: 2016-09-14 07:57:15 UTC|
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