One of these things is not like the other, eh.
Yes, and they also both share something essential in common.
You carved a peachstone from a rook!?
+JMJ+ I can feel the smooth, soft wood of the pawn. No comment on the peach pit . . . unless I may repeat Owen's line with a bit more irony? ;-)
No love for the peach pit. And pawns are only ever pawns.They belong together.They are immutable.You cannot conquer in chess without one. You cannot have delicious peaches without one.They are immutable.They have spoken.
Carving a peach pit from a rook...hmmm. Now there's an idea. But it would have to be from something more bulky than a rook.
+JMJ+ I've held many pawns. I've never touched a peach pit. My personal tragedy is that all the peaches I have ever eaten have come in cans. Have you ever drawn a can? This is not a poem, although it wants to be one.
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One of these things is not like the other, eh.
Yes, and they also both share something essential in common.
You carved a peachstone from a rook!?
+JMJ+
I can feel the smooth, soft wood of the pawn.
No comment on the peach pit . . . unless I may repeat Owen's line with a bit more irony? ;-)
No love for the peach pit. And pawns are only ever pawns.
They belong together.
They are immutable.
You cannot conquer in chess without one. You cannot have delicious peaches without one.
They are immutable.
They have spoken.
Carving a peach pit from a rook...hmmm. Now there's an idea. But it would have to be from something more bulky than a rook.
+JMJ+
I've held many pawns.
I've never touched a peach pit.
My personal tragedy is that all the peaches I have ever eaten have come in cans.
Have you ever drawn a can?
This is not a poem, although it wants to be one.
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