Target
Dim is in the ambience,
The mood of spotlighted stance,
Focus on a single place
Concentration on your face,
Your target is before you.
With sharpness of Eagle eye
The feathered steel dart does fly
Closing out the last section
Assuring that you will win.
The crowd congratulates you.
Another round circles round,
The boys give a joyous sound,
Another game though it’s late
Wins the game losing your date
The lady leaves without you.
Gloom
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