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Life Is a chess game
every morning we wake the game continues.
Every move we make decides not only our next move,but affects every other piece on the board.
The object to capture,or make surrender the opponent's king by capturing the queen

I as king choose to move forward towards you
by one space

now the Intrigue
It's your move
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The game
Date: Monday, 1st March 2004 @ 06:24:28 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: tsw
The game

Life Is a chess game
every morning we wake the game continues.
Every move we make decides not only our next move,but affects every other piece on the board.
The object to capture,or make surrender the opponent's king by capturing the queen

I as king choose to move forward towards you
by one space

now the Intrigue
It's your move
move well my lady

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