I added some common card games we played to make it more my poem.
The Trivial Pursuits of my fun youth involved challenge more than I’m so Sorry or look for a Clue while driving freeway. We’d fend off Trouble without undue Risk during long winters playing Canasta or racking Cranium. Wins came brisk. Soon a rough Scrabble for food not garbage meant skills learned with Pinochle or Cribbage promised a better return on survival. Attitude, no Big or Little Casino, before a blocking Operation meant a Monopoly on Life without degradation like missing Whist or kisses.
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