Magic
My little dice
So small and ornate
They clank against
A dinner plate
As I sit in the kitchen
With Mathew and Ian
Playing magic
A slice of pizza to my side
Those were the days
Before
I can’t go back
But can I revisit them anew?
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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