Why, Why, Why.
The ends of the title ends in 'y'. A Nancy Kerrigan sound bite just played in my head.
Lucky is the neighbor's dog, he was out of his yard in the morning, he wasn't barking like what he normally does, he was just smelling around, walking with his stubby legs, body covered in curly black fur.
Bingo was the safe word,
Waiting for the line of hits to occur
While dodging the misses
That could not completely fill the box
To mark it permanently,
Chances aren't taken,
Just waiting,
Until the unknown says something,
And somehow they go, "I won."
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