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Some call it checkers,
I call it draughts.
Don't play with me
If you think it's just a game
And you don't mind losing.
I play a mean game. I play to win.
Old Peter Salaveros taught me
When I was a boy.
We played on a scrubbed table
In the seamen's mess,
Just him and me.
We played seriously.
Neither of us smiled.
Pete Crowther
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Comments about this poem (A Childhood Lesson
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Pete Crowther
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Scarlett Treat (2/5/2006 7:49:00 PM)
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WOW and double WOW! I have just discovered your work (through a comment you made on one of mine, and each one is a new journey into my past, and a short trip through your mind as well! How exciting, to discover someone new whose work you admire so much. Linda
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Tan Pratonix (2/3/2006 5:09:00 AM)
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Cool poem, crisp. I can understand this serious playing; most games are battles when they are between two. A foursome is happier.
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CJ Heck (10/18/2005 8:55:00 AM)
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Hello Peter,
Interesting poem, nice - I love insights into people from their pasts. With me, the one thing that I learned and still love is crossword puzzles. Actually, anything using words, like Scrabble.
Warmest regards,
CJ
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A. B. (9/7/2005 1:53:00 AM)
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Cool poem pete. Checkers are intersting games, , , , but i always find myself loosing :)
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Raynette Eitel (9/6/2005 6:32:00 PM)
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I played checkers with my grandfather and we laughed a lot. Guess that's why I can never win today! :) This is a good poem.
Raynette
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