The PlayerA Poem by TTBoy28
He played better than the best of them and lost like the best of them. And the dream police got paid whether he played to win or not. But he won, even when he lost... He owned the dream police And the game. © 2010 TTBoy28 |
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2 Reviews Added on September 25, 2010 Last Updated on September 25, 2010 AuthorTTBoy28Atlanta, GAAboutThe truth shall set you free. I try to be adventurous. I am spontaneous. I love nature but love to write only about personal events. You can tell when something is made up. It could still sound g.. more..Writing
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