The games is gone.
Glimpse of gold none grasped,
Nobody grew, to even grapple with the ghost of greatness
The Game is gone for a generation
No greatness,
No golden guy or girl to get the goal
Instead of generally generating garbage
Instead giving up gifting the game
The Game gone for good
Guts gone
Glory gone
All the is good is gone.
The gods gotten something ‘gains’t us
Glimpse of gold none grasped,
Nobody grew, to even grapple with the ghost of greatness
The Game is gone for a generation
No greatness,
No golden guy or girl to get the goal
Instead of generally generating garbage
Instead giving up gifting the game
The Game gone for good
Guts gone
Glory gone
All the is good is gone.
The gods gotten something ‘gains’t us
Richard Stephenson
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