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Jun 2020
briskly shoved backwards
abrupt legs screeching
as they drag
across the concrete floor
away from the card table -
instinctively, the other players
pulling their hands
towards their chests
to shield the curious faces
of jacks, queens and kings
like infants in a papoose
Written by
Sam Lawrence  52/M/London
(52/M/London)   
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