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Mar 2022
Not every game played has been won, certain years were not much fun.
Cloudy days without the sun, some promises were left undone.
Some friends false and others true, after this fact is when I knew.
Experiences old and new, time dragged on and yet
it flew.
So many memories I have lost, for others came away they washed.
To and fro this mind is tossed, I pay a price and that’s the cost
This mind wanders it will roam, in this brain yes it is home.
Others have friends with they’ve grown, but here  
I stand proud and alone
Written by
gerald courtoreille
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