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We seem to find comfort in viewing life as a game played on a field, like some exciting sport, pursuing a chance to make opponents yield. When did our great spirit of consent and faith in the power of all give way to the thought that we're it? Discontent and distrust has led to our fall. It's not too late to try for therein lies the road to our salvation. Though we may go awry it's no sin to fail. Trying built our nation. Notes An entry for January 10 - "A Poem A Day Contest" Prompt 3: Form: Tri-Fall - A Tri-Fall consists of three stanzas. Each stanza must have 6 lines. The rhyme pattern for each stanza is a/b/c/a/b/c, and the syllable count for each is 6/3/8/6/3/8. This form was created by Jan Turner. There usually isn't a whole lot of punctuation in a Tri-Fall, but can be included if it helps the poem as a whole. Line Limit: 40 Line Count: 18 Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even encouragement or praise Ken
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