I was fairly sure I was important
At least in the smaller scheme of things
A player you might say, vital to the game
Not in the big league but trailing close behind
Then you came along
A MVP if I ever saw one
And you shot me down
Put me in my place
Told me I was a toy
Just another pretty face
And I accepted you at your word
Stood down to give you room
You wanted my man
And I thought I couldn’t compete
So I handed him to you like a trophy
That you won without dispute
But when I turned for one last look
I saw him still in his place
Holding his hand out to me
Smiling at the shock on my face
And I knew I had won the prize
A love I couldn’t give away
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Reviews of "No Game"
Reviewed by Divinity 11 (Reader)
Reviewed on January 5, 2004
great! a woman without jealousy holds the fairest beauty
and when you can do that it shows a strong love that resists most tests
jessica
aka
gypsie
Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
Reviewed on November 26, 2003
I really liked the honesty here, it was refreshing, thanks, Sue, al
"The Great Teen Fruit War, A 1960 Novel" involves conflict between the Blues (sons of blueberry farmers) and the Reds (sons of peach growers) in a southern New Jersey agricultural community.
and when you can do that it shows a strong love that resists most tests
jessica
aka
gypsie