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The Joker, they called him.          Your fate resting in the cards he held The deck he carried       kings, queens, aces and jacks. but, no joker.     Why? Well because, that was he. "Smile, its your turn."           He'd laugh,    A sinister smile staining his lips. "Lets play a game, my dear."     "What game?" The question always fearfully asked "Well...          simply,                      a game of Russian roulette!" He'd gleefully exclaim. "But, just one question....                                   What's your lucky number?" He'd say, shuffling a deck of knife sharp cards. "And in the end we all lose!" He'd grin, before going to capture his next game.
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Joker
The Joker, they called him.          Your fate resting in the cards he held The deck he carried       kings, queens, aces and jacks. but, no joker.     Why? Well because, that was he. "Smile, its your turn."           He'd laugh,    A sinister smile staining his lips. "Lets play a game, my dear."     "What game?" The question always fearfully asked "Well...          simply,                      a game of Russian roulette!" He'd gleefully exclaim. "But, just one question....                                   What's your lucky number?" He'd say, shuffling a deck of knife sharp cards. "And in the end we all lose!" He'd grin, before going to capture his next game.
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
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