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Gravity Tragedy

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I float into Zero Gravity and get in the mode,
I realize I need projectiles, but they are all SOLD!

I have to get the expensive ones, oh my, oh dear,
Spend my beloved clams?! *Tear, tear*

I finally buy them; flowers and kisses, how cute!
I get to Level 5 and everything goes mute.

Chat had stopped and I flat-out cried
I wouldn't be surprised if I had suddenly died.

I eventually regrouped and tried once more.
I couldn't help exceed my current score.

Some dude comes in and starts to play,
A projectile hits me and I yell out, "HEY!"

He simply laughs and does it several times.
Into the wall! So much for my lucky dimes. :'(

I have given up on that godforsaken game:
I just tell myself, "God, it is lame!"

 

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