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Jul 2016
when I looked up
over the hand I was dealt
I folded again
the Ace of spades
for me had  no value
and the ace of clubs
to me  was worthless
in my game
and I hid the ace of hearts
in my breast pocket
hoping to trump the queen
of my hearts desire
but once i  saw duces full
and treys four
of my  opponents
spread
I slyly said
look , the police
and grabbed the
till and ran
like hell/
wordvango
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