the Chess SetA Poem by Cherriebattle of loveTit for tat the knight jumps back The game is filled with emotion his castle is tossed But with a keen eye, her bishop is lost. The King doth cry his Queen is dead The united front is sparsely spread And they discover to late that with each Victory you do not always win. © 2018 Cherrie |
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