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Checks his cards with certainty Poker face that shows no sign Of the best cards he has and holds Structured so, flawless design --------------------------- *He lays the King of Spades The story goes he digs your grave A brutal, merciless, powerful lord On par with Satans' desire to destroy* -------------------------- Spreads his hand, checks again The end is nigh for you, my friend He smiles a little, it fits the moment When he lays the dreaded Joker ---------------------------- *Word has it, the Joker, a clown Is the one who underneath his smile, a frown He jests and contests with others simply for smiles No currency has he, amusement his one bright fire* -------------------- The final card, Uno, one claims The one thing society brutally maims For each is unique, a vital part When he plays the Ace of Hearts ------------------------- "Thank you for playing me Not many accept my challenge, you see They call me Silence, the Blank Card And my skill with words vastly admired" I just don't talk so much
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Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC
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Checks his cards with certainty Poker face that shows no sign Of the best cards he has and holds Structured so, flawless design --------------------------- *He lays the King of Spades The story goes he digs your grave A brutal, merciless, powerful lord On par with Satans' desire to destroy* -------------------------- Spreads his hand, checks again The end is nigh for you, my friend He smiles a little, it fits the moment When he lays the dreaded Joker ---------------------------- *Word has it, the Joker, a clown Is the one who underneath his smile, a frown He jests and contests with others simply for smiles No currency has he, amusement his one bright fire* -------------------- The final card, Uno, one claims The one thing society brutally maims For each is unique, a vital part When he plays the Ace of Hearts ------------------------- "Thank you for playing me Not many accept my challenge, you see They call me Silence, the Blank Card And my skill with words vastly admired" I just don't talk so much
Was going to make this a story, and perhaps I will
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26/Trans Female
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC
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