I never cared much for whiskey
beer okay when its cold
drinking myself into a stupor
not high on my list of does
but yesterday I wanted a hunting knife
a short fixed blade with a sheath
I think of how I was taught
a game called mumbly peg
so holding the wooden handle
tossing the knife in the air
I watched it fall to the ground
and thought of my father’s despair
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A first time for me prompting to Poets and Storytellers United based on a game my father taught me
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