I suspect our resident critic CD will also find this offering lacking, but heh, my job is just to find them. Here's an excerpt from Tara's poem entitled "Chess" from My Poems:
Chess is a game, life is the pieces./ Moms, dads, and uncles. Aunts, siblings, nieces./ All positioned on the checkerboard of time/ Each thinking that the other one is just a ball of slime./....Compared to some of the others, this one actually rhymes.
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