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The Game
The Game
The white runes,
the words I spelt,
the total score; the near misses, the losses, and the rushes.
These aer just some of the things that make the games fun to me. Filling the agony of all the defeat that they handed me.
Pluses and minuses evening out the scoring.
Changing to a new level and then to one more new level always one more new one OH boy.
Clearing a row in the nick of time the handsbreath away from the ending.
Pausing to check all my email messages for one more new game.
Playing and tiring and pausing and playing again:
over and over and over and then-
eating my lunch at ten and not noon to have the strength to shoot one just one more ugly alein creature.
Searching the skies for the things that can`t hide from my lasers.
Addiction for some is just fun for the men.
Game Over
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