The table is set,
The board laid out,
The wood pieces thrown,
And mixed all about.
"Draw your pieces -
Begin," you say,
"You go first."
And we start to play.
The first word out:
"Sin? No, sine."
Typical.
Now onto the next in line...
Oho! I wrote a rhyming poem. Aren't you proud of me? I have no idea why I suck at rhyming so much, but I do, and as a result I hate writing rhyming poetry, so I usually never do it. I'm so proud of myself today.
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