Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, April 18, 2015
A card game
the table doesn't mind the tricks on its back,
like drinkers never minding the hour,
where have our manners gone?
I dealt the cards
without saving queen for kings
or jokers for endless laughter.
how hard, tell me would it be to let me
cheat.
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