Ame Is My Game

by Stephanie Tangedahl   May 16, 2011

Smiles broke out when I came
Mom and dad would play the game
There would be a little shame
And one of us would be to blame
Love recycled burns like flame
We were never full of fame
Soon, one of them would have full claim
My life would surely turn out lame
Then again, it's all the same
Keeping young ones kept and tame
My title is and stays my name
My life won't end with perfect aim.


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