It was
Soda and snacks
Paper and pen
With funny shaped dice,
Finally a group
Who got it and fit,
It felt like
Forever more,
Odd man out
Scurry along the edge
The table waits
For us.
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It was
Soda and snacks
Paper and pen
With funny shaped dice,
Finally a group
Who got it and fit,
It felt like
Forever more,
Odd man out
Scurry along the edge
The table waits
For us.
Posted on January 3, 2017 at 5:01 AM in Mike, Poetry | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
Very fascinating. (@–>–)
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