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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576424" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Game Of Fame</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'GOLF-THE GAME OF FAME'<br>       <br>           <br>I was watching this golf tournament through the visitor's window<br>The opening pairs were standing under a big tree's shadow<br>I had been waiting here to see<br>Who shall the winner ultimately be? <br>My two sons were participating, and were outside<br>There were competing against each other, side by side<br>First session ended, and the players are now in the second half<br>I was watching them through the window, including the club staff<br>Everyone was trying their very best and hard<br>	Well it's not an easy game, just like playing cards	<br>I saw some players taking a short nap<br>This was some relief time for them and for I, after a gap<br>The third session of the game goes worst<br>Till the end of the game, we didn't knows who will be first<br>	The game has begun to ooze	<br>I was still watching them through the window, &quot;Who is go'na loose? &quot;<br>		My two sons were slowly picking on the game<br>My thoughts were, &quot;Who will earn the coveted fame? &quot;<br>Opponent players were also moving off at last<br>I saw my younger one ‘playing pretty fast'<br>My elder one was rushing down the lane<br>	Why his game slowing down the lane	<br>The competition has become intense and difficult to bear<br>So, the victory time is getting close and near<br>Now the game has become fast enough<br>Oh! My younger son has now found a fluff<br>Players have now quickened and have hurried by<br>They seem to be working fast, as if to fly<br>At last, someone has to be won<br>Nobody else, it's my younger son<br>I was watching this golf tournament through the visitor's window<br>The opening pairs were standing under a big tree's shadow</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">   BY SAMRA HAQ</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Samra+Haq">Samra Haq</a><div class=q>
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I was watching this golf tournament through the visitor's window
The opening pairs were standing under a big tree's shadow
I had been waiting here to see
Who shall the winner ultimately be? 
My two sons ..."></div>
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