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March Sadness

These are the times that try men's souls. Oh what truth do those words hold. Many will die on bended knee. Few will shout and jump for glee. Only one will stand at the end. For only one can truly win. Yes, many call this March Madness, But I for one call it March Sadness. The what ifs and could have beens Will personally last like unforgivable sins. Time does not heal The vision your mind seals. Away with them you can not cast For they will last and last and last. Just as the opposing team taunts The memories will come to haunt. Yes, many call this March Madness, But I for one call it March Sadness.