shark silent he swam through the door
assassin of solids and stripes
wielding that stick sabre savvy
commanding corner pockets
with steely nerve
yet for all his hustling
he hung his hat in a house
blue stained as his fingertips
unable to escape from behind
the 8 ball of life.
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