pegasusPoker Poem
January 22nd 2007 03:05
A sweat bead wiggles down your temple
As you swallow down that ever-present lump
You push at those mirrored shades
Til they're cuttin' into your schnoz.
Checking and re-checking your cards
Dead-pan poker facade
Til your face stays frozen like that.
Oh, the joy of the game!
Butterflies fluttering like mad deep in your gullet
Heart racing and then stopping dead
All for the Joy of the Game.
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