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Tags: Poker, Poetry, Sad

A poor player with a small dream.

Submitted:Feb 6, 2010    Reads: 77    Comments: 1    Likes: 4   

In my hand I have two of the ace

The money I win will get me out of this place

This dump this trash will make me go mad

but some say I already have

I see things no other should see

and yet I wish they could be

the ones who are in this dump

in two days they would just be a big lump

Crying out for the ones they love

reaching out just to fall short of

I will stand over them thinking

as they slowly start thinking

There is nothing I can for my kin

I just must try to win

So I can get a decent home

and watch out my winder as they quietly roam

in my grasp is the winning hand

I hope to follow threw with my plan


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