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The Game's You Play Aren't A Sport
You gave a glance
From across the bar
And right then and there
I knew that you wanted to play
I could feel your desire
When you got up from your bar stool
And I felt your pull
On my hand
But I choose to stay there
I know you're infratuated
with the thrill of the chase
I know you want to play the game
Just for the game's sake
I can see you're missing the point
If you think this can be
Turned into a sport
poem
by
Beth Ann
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