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Two fingers on queen, mind on king,
like a singer on the scene, his moves are seen.
Determination talks, fear may show,
patience is the key, 'winner' on the door.

 Takes time to plan, your moves and such,
sit not stand, pieces soft to the touch.
Gray shines on pieces, left untouched,
shadows appear, emotions smear when he's lost his clutch.

The roofs and walls fall, bad feeling in his gut,
time to win, again he's had enough.
Tell a friend, buddy, or somebody this boy is tough,
to be a winner and see the glimmer, the road is dear.

Eyes shine and pupils get bigger as the crowd screams,
don't have sorrow for the other,
player,
and time,
for another,
game that is, after victory.

'Game face' on, as you can see,
"CHECKMATE!" he says, like a player.
Pieces come to life, patiently waiting,
his moment has come to feel the glory.

Like learning you're not the father on Maury,
like a champion with an unraveling story.
Flip the pages, don't have any worry,
he’s won too much, very national.

He’s sly and such, Jr. rational,
beat you in a rush, very tactical,
thinking ahead, mathematical.

Sitting down,

looking,
contemplating,
don’t challenge him, Mr. intimidating.

 
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  Boom! Boom! Pow! Go team!
Something might happen, as it seems.
Throw her up and watch her fly,
shoes are birds, lifted up into the sky.

Trusted by teammates, thrown by friends,
pain in a moment, memory never ends.
Fragile as love, high like a dove,
benevolent to many, quiet to some.

No more cheer-leading, she’s had enough,
into the sport, she fits like a glove.
The mat talked to her, saying, "Come here,"
Not expected to happen, she wanted to cheer.

Wanted to talk, felt like playing,
body hit floor, I'm just saying.
Walked out the door, eventually quit,
left her stunned, nothing left to get.