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Nov 2014
You first met
on the playground

She wanted to play
a game

You suggest
rock
paper
scissors

She abides

1
2
3

You throw rock
and she throws paper

She wins

Again and again you play
she wins

And you don't mind.

You see her there
standing

Not that girl anymore,
not the ******* the playground

But a more beautiful woman
and she holds a baby

Yours.

You admire her for a moment
before the squels and cries

She holds out a hand
rock
paper
scissors

You hold one out too

1
2
3

You throw rock
and she throws paper

She wins.

And you don't mind.
Idk why but I like this one... comment helpful revisions???? You don't have to
Dawn Anderson
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Dawn Anderson  texas
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