Playing It Again, Bingo Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Playing It Again, Bingo



Finding myself here at Fort McDowell, playing free bingo
and enjoying the excitement and anticipation of winning,
although losing each game so far.

Loving numbers, bingo always tickles my mind when I play,
playing just for the fun of it, so there's really no
disappointment at hand.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015
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