POEM BY A POKER PLAYER
Last night I held a beautiful hand
A hand so soft and neat
I thought my heart would burst with joy
So wildly did it beat
No other hand unto my heart
Could greater comfort bring
Than the dear hand I held last night
Four aces and a king
Anonymous.
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- 05.22.20 2:59
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