by Mark J McNulty
Monday, July 04, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Boney hands so full of fright,
deal another round for delight.
This time my luck will change,
fate will have to rearrange.
Not much left to sweeten the pot,
lost my wife and only tot.
This is one I cannot lose,
playing rough and makin news.
Sweat begins to cover my brow,
nerves of steel soften somehow.
Hearts of red and spades of black,
risked it all with that attack.
The dealer calls for all to see,
no time to bluff he motions to me.
Turning the cards I start to cry,
game is over....time to die.