Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Sticks up

I play my cards. Win some loose some I always walk away with a cheeked smile and two pockets full of peanuts for the walk home. Loose on the table its just another game the real winnings are always pocketed under the desk and always will be. Grabbed and throw to the floor a cheap shot to the leg stopped him in his tracks. I rose up and over handed him another card and he said he would call back when he comes to age. So young so stubborn heart overhead never served anyone well...

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