What we crave are moments warm,
Soft laughter spilling like a charm,
Around a table, friends and kin,
Where playful battles now begin.
Sometimes Ludo, sometimes cards,
Sometimes a wholesome mystery box by Copper Clues guards.
Dice tumble, stories weave and twine,
Hearts connect in simple design.
Sometimes, alone, I drift away,
Sudoku Noir guides my mind's play,
Numbers dancing in evening's light,
Silent company in the night.
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