Faced with the gambit of the queen;
shall I exchange a pawn and yield,
or plan ahead for moves unseen?
Squares eight by eight, the battle field.
Distraction seems to be a plan,
a counter move shall be revealed.
It’s been this way since love began,
squares eight by eight, the battle field.
I quietly remove my shoes
and rub his leg, his fate is sealed.
This is a game I shall not loose,
squares eight by eight, the battle field.
Faced with the gambit of the queen,
squares eight by eight, the battle field.
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Girls are allowed to cheat!
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