A GAME OF SCRABBLE
one square board
across each other, love
your turn,
then you grope for word
my turn,
then I grope for meaning.
across each other, love
your turn,
then you grope for word
my turn,
then I grope for meaning.
A GAME OF SCRABBLE
Starchild commented on A GAME OF SCRABBLE
03-22-2009
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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