On introduction to the game of Chess
   For me it held a rather small appeal
   The Masters of the Game I must confess
   Confused me- why such interest and zeal

   One day a lady, dear to me, my Twin
   Presented me the challenge of a game
   With confidence I thought that I could win
   Her notions of success were just the same

   The more I played the more I found she won
   Eventually I thought why do I always lose
   'T would be more fun if when the game was done
   I could just once be in the winner's shoes

   One day to my delight, I won the game
   And now, in love with Chess, I'm not the same

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