the cherry tree that looked like God "I don't think I ever, in fact, returned home" rough brown hands toiling mid-day grave debts unreconciled neat piles of nervously gnawed off fingernails hands clasped in fervent prayer soft touch and softer words "te amo mucho, mijito" the land of big love if you can wait a while the brick wall that punched me back top secret besos the lake where I was baptized all in white a deal struck in the dead of night sudden showers of silver rain towering cacti, regal and terrifying tongues never gifted me by my Mother promises left full of yearning the horror- show of fire- scorched sidewalks soft touch and serrated words burnt tortillas and untouched beans treasure under my nana's porch the long, long, looooong way around pick-up trucks and plywood beds mud baths in the name of becoming clean the cherry tree that looked like God "I don't think I ever, in fact, returned home" rough brown hands toiling mid-day grave debts unreconciled neat piles of nervously gnawed off fingernails hands clasped in fervent prayer soft touch and softer words "te amo mucho, mijito" the land of big love if you can wait a while the brick wall that punched me back top secret besos the lake where I was baptized all in white a deal struck in the dead of night sudden showers of silver rain towering cacti, regal and terrifying tongues never gifted me by my Mother promises left full of yearning the horror- show of fire- scorched sidewalks soft touch and serrated words burnt tortillas and untouched beans treasure under my nana's porch the long, long, looooong way around pick-up trucks and plywood beds mud baths in the name of becoming clean
(Print) Use this randomly generated list as your call list when playing the game. There is no need to say the BINGO column name. Place some kind of mark (like an X, a checkmark, a dot, tally mark, etc) on each cell as you announce it, to keep track. You can also cut out each item, place them in a bag and pull words from the bag.
the cherry tree that looked like God
"I don't think I ever, in fact, returned home"
rough brown hands toiling mid-day
grave debts unreconciled
neat piles of nervously gnawed off fingernails
hands clasped in fervent prayer
soft touch and softer words
"te amo mucho, mijito"
the land of big love if you can wait a while
the brick wall that punched me back
top secret besos
the lake where I was baptized all in white
a deal struck in the dead of night
sudden showers of silver rain
towering cacti, regal and terrifying
tongues never gifted me by my Mother
promises left full of yearning
the horror-show of fire-scorched sidewalks
soft touch and serrated words
burnt tortillas and untouched beans
treasure under my nana's porch
the long, long, looooong way around
pick-up trucks and plywood beds
mud baths in the name of becoming clean