dealt in a tripple
locked in
an eye around corners
shacks covering ground
my number occupied
a sting through air
crossing our roads
third degree questions
put on a table
with a queen of hearts
dealt in a tripple
and you fold
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-04-05 at 06:35
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