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He junky shuffles through a deck
Of cheap, dead stiff cards
Saying, "Step right up! It's just a dollar!"
And light a cheap cigar.
Fingers quicker than the blink of an eye,
He marks the ace of spades,
Saying, "Pick a card, any card!"
And makes his money for the day.
Killer Dude
And that last poem is awesome
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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