Oh, crushed-down dice.
You taught me that solitude
doesn't work in specific scenarios.
Every domino has a set.
It takes two to validate a bet.
Some slam you on the table,
(you might like it,
who am I to judge),
but I always place you gently;
even if I have no idea what to do.
Rules: I abhor you.
Horizontal!
Vertical!
The pips must match.
One through six.
The highest is twelve.
If I’m ever feeling blue,
you’ll be on my mind,
whenever I delve.
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