Trading Cards

Double Tanka Pokémon Poem Bitter is the boy,Who traded Pokémon cards,For the next mans dream,Worthless paper promises,Which bring him no warmth inside, ~Years increase value,Some seek that which gave them joy,Whilst collectors laugh,Becoming Pocket Monsters -Life is a trading card game. Poem by © Darius the Mate What is life without community? I would love to connectContinue reading “Trading Cards”