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Another Poker Game

by Rita Webb
You stacked the deck, I played it straight;
You'd hoped for more perhaps.
I didn't take your subtle bait.
Your house of cards collapsed.

You dealt a hand, I played it through,
A truth you couldn't stand.
Your anger building, blood you drew,
The flames of fury fanned.

I took the cards you handed me,
Calculated odds,
Bet my money, raised to see
Your logic truly flawed.

Manipulations growing old,
I had to call your bluff.
You scrambled, found an option bold,
But I was playing rough.

Now on your own, to start anew,
You won't try that again.
I'm finished playing cards with you;
Our story's had its end.

Texas-OU Weekend, 2001

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