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a king not a lord.

My ponds have been taken.
My knights have all fallen.
My queen fell your prisoner.
My king tall he stands,
And will soon fall at your hands.
So keep up the checking
A mate soon will come
While i sit and play dumb
And choose to succumb.
The game was of checkers
I kept playing chess.
I alone to blame for making this mess.
The board made of glass.
The pieces keep breaking.
You are the reason for all of this aching.
I know Ive been beat.
I clear off my board
My set incomplete.
Some pieces I'm missing
But I choose to compete
A different opponent
The same game and board.
And may this time i surrender
To a king not a Lord.






Written by lunabella
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