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By hopelessromantic Date: 2003 Feb 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.26.08.34.32467]] |
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I walk on the court....nervously anticipating my competitor. Oh, it's you, a friend.....this should be a fair game. The ball's in your court and you score! You allow me to drive to the goal, opening up the lane.......I score! The game is close....almost tied. You remain ahead in the 4th quarter. I'm almost breathless....this is a little harder than I thought. You seem so casual, so at ease.....as if you haven't been playing at all. The clock starts ticking.....I must score this time to stay in the game. I drive hard to the left.......but you block me. The ball hits hard off the glass. The crowd stands and cheers.......the fans that adore you.....rise to their feet. I feel so small. I want to run out, but my legs are of lead. You stand there in victory smiling....nothing to say. Not a pat on the back or "Game well played" I didn't realize you were such a bad sportman. What game is it we are playing? I thought this was love. |