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Monopoly I am sick of your game It's ever changing rules With no end in sight I find myself Once again At the start Round and round A never-ending route With everything the same But nothing As it once was Each time I move again I dread the next step Closer to doom I can't take this toying around!! With a cry of frustration, I pick up the miniature thimble, throw it across the room and stomp over the game board |
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I love dual meanings of words :). Mucho Gracias to Arnie!
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