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Loser or chooser
 
Remember that game that we played as children, follow the leader
From what I remember, almost all the time I had become the loser
Frequently I came close to winning, but I was simply born to follow
Indubitably, my day will someday come, but no one ever wanted me
I was real good at cowboys and Indians, always made a good loser
My time will come, maybe someone will actually choose little old me
Follow me is my refrain to seek and achieve my contribution anew
Well, I probably could not ever become a chooser, just an old loser


Brain tease challenge

wloolf/follow

By olderandbolder

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The BRAIN TEASE challenge-read page for rules, info, and word to UNSCRAMBLE (challenge has been closed)


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