Ping Pong
A push to the left
A push to the right.
Keep going like that.
I'm your ping pong ball
And you're the paddles.
Backwards and forwards I go
Between you two.
Sooner or later,
One of you will miss
And I will go flying past.
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Death and Relationships - A Poetry Collection.
PoesiaJust your average collection of poems.