DAILOUGE POEMS
“No!” yelled my guts.
“Yes!” screamed my head.
Sportsmanship’s luster “You can’t.”
Hatred bubbles up, “Do it.”
It sat silently.
Hurriedly—picked it up.
The mirror , beamed a flash of light into his eyes,
“Direct hit, he flinched and missed!”
Remorse, unpleasant, joyful,
After, everybody yelled
The loud sound
Of Winning
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Check spelling on your title. I'm not sure what you mean by "luster?" Some vivid details, but what game or activity?
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