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A Childhood Lesson

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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.
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Scarlett Treat 05 February 2006

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 03 February 2006

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 18 October 2005

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. 07 September 2005

Cool poem pete. Checkers are intersting games, , , , but i always find myself loosing :)

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Raynette Eitel 06 September 2005

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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