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The Game

The Game Birth records the starting line of an undefined span of time. Unprepared for a life unknown. You seek to fit and be the same despite uniqueness you proclaim. Dice your own, you begin the game. The players all just come and go, most estranged but some you know. All so different, yet the same. Unaware that life's a chance at choices made on circumstance. moves are made, in the game. You learn to believe you're in control yet seek for peace within your soul, conflicted through the weight of pain. Recognition and paths of pride cloud the love you keep inside. Justified, you play the game. Things may not be what you thought depending on the lies you bought. Bridges burned and little gained. You can't undo the things you've done. Was it worth the the prize you won? Baggage claimed,on with the game. The road ahead is not so long. Looking back you wrote a song. Will anybody sing your name? Was your claim to fame a comfort such, it was with love, the lives you touched? You chose the way you played the game! -Jeannie Minor

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Date: 5/30/2016 8:00:00 AM
real super piece Jeannie, love your line of thought here with such good summary of what life's like for so many. great to see you back writing again having not lost any of your magic touch!, keep spilling the ink! God bless, Gordon
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Date: 6/4/2016 8:07:00 PM
Hi Gordon, always such a pleasure to hear from you!