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Daily Poem #3: The Dice

Dice rolling on a hardwood table
Scribble your scores if you are able
A burst of heat; competitive fire
All in good taste, but a spark from a wire

Shake the dice and let's begin
A tad bit of energy is not a sin
Laughter, tears, in between
When the scores of the underdog are seen


-Trevor:)

Well.

That was short.

I thought only the simplicity of two stanzas could capture the fiery competition my siblings and I felt playing Yahtzee! tonight

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  1. Bags of Hope, ClaraApril 3, 2020 at 8:47 PM

    Love it!! Short, concise, but definitely captured the energy!

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  2. Aunt MindyApril 6, 2020 at 9:00 PM

    Good job, Trevor! I like it! Love, Aunt Mindy

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