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Perfection
The adrenaline was flowing,
As he let the ball roll,
Frame after frame.
The crowd roared
As the ball struck the pins,
Frame after frame.
Strike after Strike,
One after another...
Nine, ten, eleven in a row
Then finally it came,
The date with destiny.
Sixty feet to success,
Or sixty feet to failure?
He set himself at the line,
And concentrated on his mark,
As he slowly approached the line.
Cautiously his arm swung back,
As he rolled the ball.
Skidding, slipping, grinding,
Down the lane,
And struck the pins,
With such ferocity that
They all fell down.
Perfection.
