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Life Games
On Monday morning when I got up
Life was waiting at the door
Standing there, demanding there
That I come out that day.
But the games of life are hard to play.
It was plain to see the pain would be
Too much for me to bear.
Then I thought I'd run away,
Life would follow me, swallow me.
I could hide if I found a place inside.
Then I chanced to see
That Life was there with me
Inside of me.
I could not get away.
© Copyright 2001 Come Fly with Me--Kiter (UN: ghaynes64 at Writing.Com).
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