Dear Paddle...

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Oh paddle, oh paddle, where could thou be?

You've shown me a place,

Where not my eyes could see,

You've become a place, a part of my soul,

You're the key to a puzzle, one that makes me whole,

A material of my passion, thou takes't a hold,

Without you I am feeble, skills less than bold,

Hundreds of matches, you've helped me win,

Now without you, again I must begin,

To move on, is something I must do,

Sad to see you go, I must bid you adieu,

Playing without you, will never be the same, 

No matter how many times people may tell me,

Our time together was more than just a game.

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