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Bonding
We cut for deal,
And deal our six.
We chose our four,
In hopes of a win.
A profound game,
Our bonding way;
Even a loss
Is filled with no shame.
Good humored teasing,
Keeps me breathing.
Our bonding way,
A cribbage game.
And deal our six.
We chose our four,
In hopes of a win.
A profound game,
Our bonding way;
Even a loss
Is filled with no shame.
Good humored teasing,
Keeps me breathing.
Our bonding way,
A cribbage game.
Published 4th Dec 2013
| Edited 6th Dec 2013
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4th Dec 2013 4:05am
right on.
trying to peg out.
I am a man of many cribbage games, whiskey and beer. good fun.
good poem
trying to peg out.
I am a man of many cribbage games, whiskey and beer. good fun.
good poem
4th Dec 2013 4:25am
Thanks, gosh, you sound like my dad- but vodka in place of whiskey. I am quite the cribbage player, if I do say so myself :).
11th Jan 2014 4:26am
11th Jan 2014 4:30am
