Dominoes
Perfectly set up
In a long, straight row
On and on forever
Stood thousands of dominoes
Taunting those who passed
Catching some each day
Those who figured
It was all fun and games
Pushing one down
Just to see what it would do
Causing each one after
To fall down on cue
Trying to stop them
Once already going
Is nearly impossible
With them never slowing
Discard the curiosity
Just walk straight past
The happiness the dominoes bring
Is a not a happiness that will last
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