Thursday, June 22, 2017


Childhood memories

I was always the iron
My brother the race car.
We moved
At the same speed.
He usually bought
Board Walk
And Park Place
Put hotels everywhere
I moved more slowly
Did not pass Go
As often
I was the iron
My brother
The race car.
I do not remember
What piece
My sister had
Or the speed
She went
Or the number of houses
She built
Or how many times
She passed Go.

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