The Game
The art of loosing isn't hard to master,
but the art of WINNING is one of your desires.
Before you hear the voice of a horn when the game starts,
you are kneeling in trembles.
Or when you rise from a daydream of a bad game.
You get a twist in your stomach that makes you want to Crisscross over
to the touch down, goal, or finish line.
But when the game begins,
you feel like you have a pair of wings on your back.
Then you say to yourself
"Im Going to WIN Becasue I've got what it takes".
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