Kids hopscotching on the sidewalks,
Playing Simon says in the streets,
All playing, both, games fairly,
All the while, nobody cheats.
The, then grow up as adults,
For money, power, fortune, fame,
Will lie, distort, cheat their way.
It is the way they, now play any game.
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