THE GAME

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COUNTRY POEMS



           I remember when you made a choice.

           I remember when you used your voice.

          I played the game, and you did too.  

          Yes, it's true.

            You could be happy or you could be blue.

     A lot was at stake.  There was no room for mistakes.    

             A job interview.  It's true.

          You looked at me, and I look at you.

             A lot of guys and girls from which to choose.

              You could win or you could lose.

                     See, you picked me.

                  I picked you.

        

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