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Robyn..     

 

 

 

 

The Quakers be a gentle breed,

Given not to strife.

As for winning this game,

I wouldn’t bet my life.

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The numbers in my favor

Seem to be, for sure,

But tis only six I have

To your players four.

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Shall I pack the checker board

With me upon the plane,

To make sure the match we set,

Or t’would it be in vain?

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I feel you are lulling me in

To a false sense of hope,

And yet will play your hand

And prove that I’m the dope!

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