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Playing Spades

A pack of them.

Light reflecting off of the black of them.

Might have missed my smile,

I was seated to the backs of them.

 

No reniggs.

No cuts.

I have nothing but two hands

of snaps for them.

 

If there was a mic,

I would rap for them.

But,

tonight is jazz night.

So,

I tip the band extra

then

toe tap for them.

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Written by
mutulu-kafele
Mozambican
Published
Nov 10, 2010
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Mine, c.r.c. , 2010

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