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Jul 2013
I wasn’t blessed with the talent that others were
But **** it I loved playing
I wasn’t as fast, as big, or as strong
But **** it I tried
That's why I get furious when I see
Men with more talent than most could ever dream of
Cheating to get even further ahead,
Because I know that if I were in their shoes
I would do it right…
Right?
I mean I’m pretty sure that I would never
Juice myself to boost my stats…
Would I?
But I’ve cheated on tests to raise my grade
And I’ve lied on applications to get the job
So how would I know Where the limit is?
‘Let he who is without sin
Throw out the first pitch’
We all make mistakes
Let’s just enjoy the game that we love.
Gavin Paul Boehm
Written by
Gavin Paul Boehm  Savannah, GA
(Savannah, GA)   
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