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Am I Okay September 14, 2018 ~ Friday Kicking, screaming out for help Sneakers, gloves, here they come Running through the halls
I see the family on the table their crowns speak royalty as my hand reads numbers that stand without pair. I look around the table
I'm trapped here, I don't why, Is it for all my sins, I don't why, Did I kill someone? Was I arrested as a spy? I'm stuck on island, here forever, Should I give up? I say never!
Life is a gamble and ther are all different types of players. I'm not hte type to place bets before the game begins. I wait until the dice have been thrown, then play my cards from there.
If I was stranded on an island and I didn't know what to do I would grab my card and play It is something I can do everyday Without those floppy cards I would be bored day and night
Every day Life deals us a hand
A necklace lies upon her breast
Why is life so complicated with people playing hearts for diamonds and digging gold with spades willing to club others for their gain?
Deal me in Jack is counting, One, two, three. Leaning back, Rythmic laughing pulling at the bones. Tick Tock. Ring the bells.