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i want to play chess on somebody's head

we sat down and i offered my hand he didn't see it, with his head down and said black decides where the clock is positioned it was discovered it wasn't working so i fetched the microwave to position next to the board he put on his chess gloves my mother became a backseat chess player, then removed her lemon pudding from the microwave we continued Jericho entered the room and leaned on my shoulder he said i'm just checking on you mate i lost

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Date: 4/28/2024 4:40:00 PM
Deffo unique Chris. Now can I play tic tac toe on yours? Heh. Nice entry
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Date: 4/13/2024 8:01:00 AM
Your poem feels almost surreal, and yet it speaks to a real moment of life to which I can relate. Life is truly made up of those small surreal bits of real life. I quite enjoyed this poem.
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Christopher Allen
Date: 4/13/2024 10:57:00 PM
Thank you Chetta. Enjoy whatever you're doing today xx
Date: 4/13/2024 5:54:00 AM
You made me laugh when your mother removed the pudding from the microwave mid-chess! Glad the game ended (even though you lost) so you could eat pudding. I like how you used a single word per line for 'he' echoed in the ending (with the very nice pun) when there was yet another distraction. J :)
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Jeanette Swan
Date: 4/14/2024 12:49:00 AM
Some lemon puddings yes. It was the word 'pudding' that had a resonance with my grandmother's good cooking. I suspect there is more irony than at first read...
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Christopher Allen
Date: 4/13/2024 10:57:00 PM
Do you like lemon pudding Jeanette? Thank you for your kind message. xx

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