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I wish that life were more like chess—
Then I could make my move
But now, I’m filled with strife and stress
Because of << post removed >>
I never thought it come to this
The captured queen, withdrawn
The words she wrought we’ll surely miss
Our sky bereft of dawn
Then I could make my move
But now, I’m filled with strife and stress
Because of << post removed >>
I never thought it come to this
The captured queen, withdrawn
The words she wrought we’ll surely miss
Our sky bereft of dawn
Published 19th Sep 2020
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For the "Chess or Death" competition, and the persona that created it for us.
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19th Sep 2020 2:02pm
19th Sep 2020 11:08pm
Sir Reggie, I think you have something special here. Pondering over the last few weeks here at DUP, and your title I can only think of the obvious. Either way, the game of chess does make us think thoroughly before making a move to only then regret when we lose an important piece.
Brilliant.
Brilliant.
20th Sep 2020 2:39am
20th Sep 2020 00:24am
21st Sep 2020 5:59pm
