Their not like puzzles, They demand your attention, Unlike the young My smartphones not glued to my hand , Phone rings I have to March all the way back to my phone, It’s like a boring parade No marching band, Me shouting,’Out of Geandma’s way I’m coming through, No horses, Just my family’s of cats,Continue reading “Thing about games”
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Val Whitewolf 