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Presentation	Hi, Pokah! pals. I hope you are doing well at the tables. Since it rains a lot here in Seattle I spend most of my free time sitting at this computer playing cards or working on my first book of poems. I have decided that whenever someone signs my guestbook I will post a poem in theirs, so if you don't like poetry written by a middle-aged lunatic you might want to think twice before doing that. Poem below: ~Memories of Ancient Toys~ My childhood memories are for the most part Ellie. Her and I in a garage loft with candles and cards playing poker for each others clothes. My fondles as she folded. Her touches when I raised. We dealt to ourselves and were our own cashiers. I remember the ancient toys. Some merely clicked with each trigger pull. Others simply followed when dragged. We used our tongues and lips to create sound-effects of war as we lost our Disney Alamo to die in each others arms. This was a long spring ago, the images corrupt with shuffled recall. And while playing stud at the Legion I hold four tales of hearts and hope Ellie isn't drawing diamonds somewhere in light dull as the day He yawned, gave Earth robins and the worm. © Dan Tompsett (OWLcrkbrg)
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