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From a jaundiced pack of jacks
Wearing mock naivete faces
With those numbers on their backs
If the dealer ever cashes in
Don't forget me love when the chips fall flat
When your sacred cow grows oh so thin
Won't you tell me what kind of milk is that?
Write me poems in your dreams sometimes
I may go to sleep a while to read what's fair
Exchange my bargain pleas for crimes
Perhaps the court to fix your hair
Just pick a card
Any card you wish
It is not hard
To accomplish
Illusion
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-01-28 at 16:08
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The Art Of Illusion
Well it's a slick trick drawing acesFrom a jaundiced pack of jacks
Wearing mock naivete faces
With those numbers on their backs
If the dealer ever cashes in
Don't forget me love when the chips fall flat
When your sacred cow grows oh so thin
Won't you tell me what kind of milk is that?
Write me poems in your dreams sometimes
I may go to sleep a while to read what's fair
Exchange my bargain pleas for crimes
Perhaps the court to fix your hair
Just pick a card
Any card you wish
It is not hard
To accomplish
Illusion
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 789 times
Written on 2016-01-28 at 16:08
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