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Thought I could help

The pressure is great
it's troubling because the striving of a friend seems to resemble
a child at play - picking up a toy and before examining all its gleam and pleasure has jumped and skipped to the next ploy
It's troubling because ... what do I say
It's like a game I don't want to join in
because I prefer another game but I do not want to discourage the child at play - if only because I know the toys I choose might not another, amuse!
It's troubling - and I hope it works out,
like I admire a champion though I have no interest in his game.

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