staring all day,
a decadent green screen
stares back.
kings and queens scattered,
in random disarray.
solitary, and bored,
solitaire then,
was all that mattered.
This short is dedicated to those blokes I know, who spend innumerable hours playing solitaire.
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I dedicate this poem ( with ur permission of course) to my 'Moderator'! You know who I mean!
permission given. lol.
maybe you could put this up on the office bulletin board or something ...
thank you.
tedium demands surcease.
if you dont put in a title, the recent comments box wont give a preview, or indicate which post is being referred. case in point. unless you put in a title after sunday june 12, 2005 5.51 pm EST for this post.
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