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The Game
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by Josh Bourget [skippy_crunch ]
2006-04-18
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The game ends.
The winner, won,
looks back
on all she has done.
With a tear
and a smile,
She leaves the floor
(that stages the game)
Walks through Heaven's door.
Those left behind,
playing the game,
Feeling the guilt,
The fear, and the shame.
Don't understand
that they must move on.
For them to win
the game she has won.
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