Hey all you fellow inkslingers. I figured that it was time that I actually posted something in here.
Soooo...in hopes of reigniting the fires under my muse...I thought I would post a piece of poetry that I did many many moon ago...
What are the stakes for this game?
My heart or just my pride?
Does my will need to crumble..my resolve falter?
I play for keeps...mot to lose.
But the odds haven't been posted for this race.
I am betting it all...praying my luck will hold.
All my money is on the table
Let it ride....Let it ride.
My heart and my pride,
Let it ride...Let it ride.
Maybe I walk away a rich woman
Maybe I walk away a pauper.
All I have is on the line.
Let it ride. Let it ride.
Welcome comments critiques what have you. Like I said before..this is one from the "archives"...10 years ago...so I was all of like 19 and all angst ridden. But just though I would share.