I wonder what the neighbors say
they must have heard last night:
some fracas, fisticuffs, a fray,
or foul and fearsome fight.
There was no throng or rowdy crowd:
just us, I must confess,
but we’re legitimately loud
whenever we play chess.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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