early morning game -
he nibbles on my arms
gets locked out
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back in the day
played scrabble board game for hours
now, dust piles on box
rite of passage
old enough to sit at table
self-fund poker game
Today's final National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo challenge #30 is to write a cento. This is a poem that is made up of lines taken ...
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