Gaming with life

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    Gaming with life

    Tasting the bridge because it is over

    Four brother died over Miss 4 leaf clover

    So lucky they thought..

    They had her in their hands

    Spinning her mind around as if it was the ceiling fan

    It wasn`t the heat that turned her on

    It was that micro-virus that made the family moan

    On the death of their behave

    A true story

    So please don`t laugh!!

    Take a key to the wise and open the path of knowledge to the matter of the gray cortex

    Did you really know the person before you made them that Midnight X

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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