Chapter 827

Just In Case

All who play the game
Hope to draw an ace
Chances are better than even
They'll get slapped in the face

People tend to get grabby
They invade personal space
Much too quickly for most
They try to speed up the pace

Time seems to be the enemy
In life's trudging daily race
If things aren't thought out
One may soon feel disgrace

It's better to take things slowly
And stop at every base
Or every misstep forward
Will every previous one erase

Things will work out fine
If everyone remembers their place
Many still keep a foot in the chase
That's for - just in case

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