Weekly backgammon for blood with my dear middle-eastern friend Fadi

Chance and strategy
intertwine while enjoying
your company clash

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He led me to see those fancy burgers coming right out of an old log

“Those for me, old dog?”
Spit just panted in the fog.
But guts it would clog.

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39 years

Happy Anniversary to Karen
who through ups and downs
has always been here sharin’
the laughter and the frowns
of our great adventure here
you’re so wonderful my dear!

April 26 1985 – April 26 2024
(Lordy Lordy, almost 40)

Symmetry is general, perfect is always at risk of a caveat

Right thumbnail is flat
compared with my left, true that.
Stroked with a light pat.

Our cat, Claude, tried to be a lord

Window well aboard
she surveyed all she’d afford.
An unknowing fraud.

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Bombus mumble

With every flower I am humble
as I thrust in petal jumble
sweetness is worth the rumble
for I be me, a lucky Bumble

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Recovering our lost sprog

Cut left us agog
with attempt gender befog.
Sadly demagogue.

On that row over the Firth

Shouldered in our berth
each pull designed with worth mirth.
Full days from the earth.

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Each time Sally felt the harrow

Best of the farrow
I’d picked her as friend narrow.
But time’s an arrow.

A learning of my place in the conflux

Sometimes I was dux
but not often in youth’s flux.
But I found deluxe!