2020
The times that you held me in your embrace
I fell head over heels in a loving chase
A spilling outward sign of affection
But we fell apart over my snake eyed imperfection
An unlucky roll, and we argued which was to blame
The one that tripped and fell or the guiding frame
The numbers on my sides let me count the days apart
Each brave face I put on does not revive my heart
Now I am alone and feel that I must die
Until the next board game still I lie
P. A. Wilson, 
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