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i haven’t done this in a while. poetry, i mean.
Between every beat comes
a quiver of the lip.I am no poker face,
I am no stoic figure of
daunting strength.I never did well at Texas Hold ‘Em.
A Queen and a King
instantly render me in laughter,
laughter that reverberates through cities,
through a hundred miles.“The sun comes out when she smiles,”
so I would lose every bet.
I would not be surprised if the entire Valley
felt the earth grow warmer.I’m a fool,
and always a fool.
