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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Friday, July 22, 2011

Poem 280: Chess

You:  strong and planted
firm in thought
Me: ready for defeat
You: aimed and thinking
forming plots
Me: arranging my retreat

And then with one move 
our roles switch
for you just lost your queen
 I lift my chin
you hang your head
Check Mate dear king
you're dead!

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