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Jun 2016
We lead the PURSUIT
like big cats on the
Serengeti stalking it's prey
Not in the literal sense, but
in the manner that a man
seeks out a woman
The game of hard to get
is subtle but all to real
We take the bait every time
without a doubt as you
hold all the power
The struggle to maintain
our sense of coolness
quickly flies out the door
We are putty in your
gentle hands
We crash and burn
yet always come back
for more
We are gluttons to the game
and often will not stop
until we win.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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