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the game of life
As she grew older
she found she would wake each day with joy
as though she had been given another chance
to change everything
starting now
a chance to try again
a bonus day
Past sadnesses fixed themselves breakfast
While she looked on sipping tea
They must all be allowed at the table
These frightened heavy bastions
These jungle footed things
The Cure-Plainsong
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