[in honor of The Big Game]
my skin beneath
your leathery grip;
an object groped
and thrown about.
but you landed in my end-zone–
get out.
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Beth Hull 
That was a most excellent game! It was like 8 against 1 or something over at Greg’s with 8 of us cheering for the Saints, and Adam’s brother cheering for the Colts (because he bet on them). He lost 500 gold to another player in our guild.