Chess Poem 10: Losing The Touch Poem by Kim Barney
Chess Poem 10: Losing The Touch
I'm out of practice playing chess;
My playing days may be over.
These days I doubt that I could beat
My friend Bill's dog Rover.
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Playing days may be over but poem writing courage shines with affection. Wonderful presentation.
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4/19/2024 4:40:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Chess yes buts what with all the cats?
Keith, thank you for the comment, but what cats? All I see is a dog!