Some mornings, I think up to nine before getting out of bed.
I simply reach for a pencil and a Sudoku puzzle.
And then I reach for a pool hall fantasy.
All the lights are dim except for a floodlit pool table.
And it is my shot. But instead of a pool cue, I've got a pencil.
<–– I'm gonna sink a 3 in the lower-left corner
The game must go on.
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