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I have a cache of weaponry and i am trained on how to gain the right trajectory i'm not afraid of the first volley over the net but you hit under the belt you get personal you are in for the kill a primate in his thrill you have a stash of radioactive nukes that you calibrated with my ASL and you targetted my resolve shields up defenses raised you have come too far do not approach quarantine in effect don't come near you close in the rear knowing she is in fear you sacrifice your queen just for a chance to knight a pawn that has prostrated herself across your lawn this pawn that cannot be played a queen herself in her understated ways on your chess board of lovers the bishop is dead the horses have fled all that remains is all that she said it plays in your head black or white true or false yes or no flip the table change sides see it from both angles before we release our IBMs

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Date: 2/21/2022 8:01:00 AM
Great metaphor! My Jim is a chess player so I clicked on this poem to be quite rewarded! Your rhythm and rhymes flow so well. Your Truth…surely applauded in the heavens while panned by too man here on Earth! Bravo!
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