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Cards.

My hands hold my hand.

I twist.

I ponder...



I drink.



I stick.

Like mud

to the deck.



I cough...



I see

I lose.

I leave.



Outside

I heave.



Never did have

the stomach

for gambling.

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 3:09am
©12 August 2007 - 8:03pm — bendergender
14 August 2007 - 12:43am — John Fisher (not verified)
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I like this poem a lot. I feel the same when I gamble it hits home a little.