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The Persian Chessboard as the story goes, it happened in Persia could have been India, or even in China the King was bored, so he looked for someone wiser the Grand Vizier, being the principle adviser entertain me the King said, challenge my senses I need something different, I'm tired of burning fences the Vizier scratched his chin, and stared straight ahead how about a new game, where you have to use your head we'll use moving pieces, on black and white squares the King will be the major piece, the rest nobody cares capture the opponents King, to make him surrender be careful of the others, the ones who are pretender we can call it 'shahmat', or death to the King and when this death is proclaimed, everybody sing the final move is checkmate, there will be no place to run the game sometimes in real life, the loser had no fun the pawns and the knights, each one fell to the side eventually then an added piece, the King's special bride the Queen was entered in, she also had some power she was just as deadly, cutthroat behind you in the shower the King was very pleased, he granted Vizier a treasure he told him, pick your price, anything you pleasure the Vizier tried to trick the King, he made mistake instead the game lived on and on, but the Vizier turned up dead Gomer LePoet ...
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
The Persian Chessboard
The Persian Chessboard as the story goes, it happened in Persia could have been India, or even in China the King was bored, so he looked for someone wiser the Grand Vizier, being the principle adviser entertain me the King said, challenge my senses I need something different, I'm tired of burning fences the Vizier scratched his chin, and stared straight ahead how about a new game, where you have to use your head we'll use moving pieces, on black and white squares the King will be the major piece, the rest nobody cares capture the opponents King, to make him surrender be careful of the others, the ones who are pretender we can call it 'shahmat', or death to the King and when this death is proclaimed, everybody sing the final move is checkmate, there will be no place to run the game sometimes in real life, the loser had no fun the pawns and the knights, each one fell to the side eventually then an added piece, the King's special bride the Queen was entered in, she also had some power she was just as deadly, cutthroat behind you in the shower the King was very pleased, he granted Vizier a treasure he told him, pick your price, anything you pleasure the Vizier tried to trick the King, he made mistake instead the game lived on and on, but the Vizier turned up dead Gomer LePoet ...
don't ***** with the King !
david-nelson
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
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