OMG!!! I have 20 games!
OMG!!! Driving me insane!
OMG!!! How will I survive?
OMG!!! Never felt so alive!
The pressure's on and I have to move.
Hurry now and get in the groove.
Hope I don't make a stupid mistake.
It's a tournament, too much at stake.
Don't know why I worry so much.
Ain't no money or a prize as such.
Only thing to gain is some prestige.
Defend your board just like a siege.
Hope I accumulate a lot of points.
happy like someone after two or three joints.
What's that you say? some crazy jive talk?
Oh no, King and Queen caught in a knight fork.
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Originally posted by johnnylongwoodyAmateur.
OMG!!! I have 20 games!
OMG!!! Driving me insane!
OMG!!! How will I survive?
OMG!!! Never felt so alive!
The pressure's on and I have to move.
Hurry now and get in the groove.
Hope I don't make a stupid mistake.
It's a tournament, too much at stake.
Don't know why I worry so much.
Ain't no money or a prize as such.
Only thing to ...[text shortened]... at you say? some crazy jive talk?
Oh no, King and Queen caught in a knight fork.
🙁
Originally posted by johnnylongwoody"Games" and "insane" don't rhyme. 😕
OMG!!! I have 20 games!
OMG!!! Driving me insane!
OMG!!! How will I survive?
OMG!!! Never felt so alive!
The pressure's on and I have to move.
Hurry now and get in the groove.
Hope I don't make a stupid mistake.
It's a tournament, too much at stake.
Don't know why I worry so much.
Ain't no money or a prize as such.
Only thing to ...[text shortened]... at you say? some crazy jive talk?
Oh no, King and Queen caught in a knight fork.
🙁
Originally posted by SwissGambitNot as bad as failing to make the last two lines rhyme.
Small details??! The first two ending words don't rhyme. 😞
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Love, remove, come, doom, proved, loved. Shakespeare clearly having an off day.
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Originally posted by Rank outsiderIndeed...that didst sucketh the big one. 😲
Not as bad as failing to make the last two lines rhyme.
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose ...[text shortened]... .
Love, remove, come, doom, proved, loved. Shakespeare clearly having an off day.
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