the Chess SetA Poem by Cherrie Palmerbattle of loveTit for tat the knight jumps back The game is filled with emotion his castle is tossed But with a keen eye, her bishop is lost. The King doth cry his Queen is dead The united front is sparsely spread And they discover to late that with each Victory you do not always win. © 2018 Cherrie PalmerReviews
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11 Reviews Added on January 31, 2018 Last Updated on January 31, 2018 Tags: love_victory_loss AuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..Writing
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