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[sid] => 136495
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => ACES ARE THE MOLDERS OF PLAY
[time] => 2007-08-05 02:06:04
[hometext] => A little poem about life and poker
[bodytext] => ACES ARE THE MOLDERS OF PLAY We "poke-our” selves out of our sleep anti-up for a brave new day shake the sleep out of our eyes gettin-up and ready to play I've dealt the cards I’m playing The dealers been kind to me my suits are pressed for battle betting on the cards to be. The shuffle doesn’t have to mix you up the losses, you keep them real fate is a players worst enemy your luck is in what you deal Your hand is the hand that you've dealt yourself Your cards are your own clay victims are the folders of this universe Aces are the molders of play When you’ve played the game of showdown and your cards have been truly seen your bluffing ways are over your play has been redeemed The chips may fall where they may the player knows where and when the quitter fears their coming- he’s hiding in his stacked up sin. The game is as big as you are your deal can increase your span players are not your foes to beat but teammates of a bigger plan Your hand is the hand that you've dealt yourself You can deal in the spirit of play lend your hand to another and the chips will be coming your way We throw our hands together to clean this table we call earth our children are the stakes we raise their freedom will show our worth The children are the future players with our wisdom in their hand they carry forth the vision of a straight and fruitful land Your hand is the hand that you've dealt yourself your deal can be much bigger today lend your hand to the whole dammed universe and now you have some room to play When the house is full of players and the cheaters deeds are exposed we’ll have this joker’s number he’s the victim who’s lost his clothes When the joker’s club has been taken and our spades are busy clearing this earth a pot full of diamonds is on it’s way with freedom of a hearts new birth. We'll know when this game is over we'll be flush with kings and queens. we'll be the royal families our pockets full of dreams Your hand is the hand that you've dealt yourself Your cards are your own clay victims are the folders of the universe Aces are the molders of play Reasonrhymer .......................
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