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
artful friend stories with hot lattes warms the heart * * * sugar sprinkles atop frothy hot milk sweet ... like lif e * * * fire in the ...
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