02-02-2013, 09:39 AM
I know the game is ending soon. I have no illusions. I like what you did with the form.
Here's my poem and my move.
Every Snowflake
Bxf5
If as snowflakes we’re unique,
as one might describe a blind date.
Snowflakes never preen or prate.
We’re confusing different with mystique.
Unique won’t melt easily, and often won’t elate.
Here's my poem and my move.
Every Snowflake
Bxf5
If as snowflakes we’re unique,
as one might describe a blind date.
Snowflakes never preen or prate.
We’re confusing different with mystique.
Unique won’t melt easily, and often won’t elate.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson