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Jun 2011
Up I rise from my bed.
Up comes the sun over the horizon.
Down I drop my controller.
Down drops a tear from my cheek.
Left is no one but myself.
Right I no longer know from wrong.
Left there is only one option.
Right away I pick up the controller.
Because there is no one here.
Again I play.
Starting my life over.
For my Modern class.  Follows the Konami Code pattern.
Dan Bolens
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