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Jan 2015
[Opening]
I play dark, she plays light
Her move toward me, a destined sign
I want her heart, I give her mine
But my gambit, she declines

[Middlegame]
Her pieces out, a closed defense
But I can tell, she means "yes"
My royal pin, she rejects
So I keep her, in constant check

[Endgame]
I had played the perfect game
My forcing moves she can't escape
But her hidden queen, comes into play
She stands her ground, stares me down, and states:

Checkmate
Written by
Michael John Adams  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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