Perhaps there is another way to do this
Let me give you something as a reward for making this happen
Everyone deserves a second chance, right?
And what if it was your mother who was in my situation?
Don’t make me eat pineapple on my pizza! I ordered it by mistake!
(FYI I love pineapple on my pizza.)
There was a rhythm to how things flowed in life
If one could anticipate the beat, one could thrive
Many tried and flailed and failed, but Ramona was a natural
It left those in the know in awe and a bit jealous
Now here she was, about to win it all and there wouldn’t be anything left
Giving in, she purposely made a mistake assuring herself a better tomorrow
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Focusing on physical health exclusively is a mistake
It also takes mental and spiritual health
To truly be…
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Clark studied the scene in front of him
Little things seemed out of place, but there was no smoking gun
Undeterred, he knew he would crack the case
Eventually, something would click
Leaving the perpetrator unmasked
Every murderer made a mistake, like leaving the murder weapon
Soon as Clark found it he would be one step closer
Sarah sighed when she had to point out the knife in the corpse’s back
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Doomed to repeat the same mistake
Anton kept pushing his boulder up his hill
Fountain pen on paper, he began the poem once again
Though he might be insane, tonight he might have a new outcome
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Rarely was Perry at a loss for words
Everything came easy to him, sometimes too easy
Jumping from relationship to relationship, never overplaying his hand
Eventually he was going to make a mistake
Clarice was the one that got away
That’s what attracted him to her, that she pushed him away
Embarrassing him by pointing out he was not the perfect one for her
Damned if she was right, but it still hurt
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Too much anxiety trying for first place
Hell, if he tried for second he might make a mistake and take first
If he finished out of the prizes he would be a loser
Really there was only one spot to shoot for
Damn it was hard to be that good
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Scruffy hairs resisted his chopping
He reversed the razor and tried again
All he managed to do was cut himself
Vexed he blotted toilet paper on the mistake
Eventually, it stopped and he continued
Determined to be rid of the gray
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I’m like a broken clock, right twice a day. Unfortunately, this was not one of them. How did I know? The man’s fist changing the direction my chin had been pointing mere moments earlier was my first hint. Luckily my body is that of a trained warrior. Well one that had way too much vodka to drink, hadn’t seen combat in the last twelve years and spent half of that time eating fancy buttery French pastries for a living.
At least gravity didn’t fail me. I collapsed to Mother Earth’s embrace. I must have offended her as well since her arms were so hard and cold. I wanted to mourn this decline in our relationship when the aforementioned man decided to kick me in the gut. That was his big mistake. I had him right where I wanted him. I folded myself around that foot and introduced the caught appendage to the regurgitated contents of my lunch, which included an egg sandwich encased in a wonderfully flaky croissant dosed with a lemony hollandaise. It was so good going down, but not so much coming back the other way.
Still, that was enough to make the man yank his foot out and leave me alone. As I laid there in my own stomach juices I wondered how this could get worse. Then I snuffled.
Man, stomach acid and nostrils just don’t mix.
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Cutting to the front of the line was Bill’s status quo
Really the world was all about him
Even when it wasn’t, Bill made sure to correct the mistake
Everyone really hated Bill and what he was inside
Perhaps that’s why Bill did as well
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