AO 2021
I can never decide on a bet offhand
As to who will win the game of AO
My heart is torn in two halves, oh
I wish the tie is an unbroken band
Here is the rising tide of spring
Rushing with the flourishing flower
And there is the crown of king
Holding on to its throne of power
I am glad whoever wins, huray, huray
But it feels so bad, if any loses, anyway
My admiration to the legended history
And adoration for the upcoming glory
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Author:
arobot (
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Comments1
Good luck with the game. Good write, Arobot
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