Ten spades all f'n day.
Searching for Greene is the front,
Limping aces and raising eights.
The journey is swift and magic appears,
Smoke filled knights pray all day.
Tokens of fortune half for luck,
Crosses mines and ditches crime.
No need to bluff what I can see,
Mirrored turns flip with glee.
Sitting in the window is the start,
Of gut wrenched nuts waiting and waiting...
Ego's arise and emotions erupt,
Bourbons taste erases mistakes.
Perching and waiting is the key,
Suppress the fear and get in gear.
Confirm the notion and bet the rare,
Blow the minds of all that stare.
The only person I'm playing is the Ace,
And he stays with me through the race.
We all get lucky so recognize,
Cursed madness materialize.
Pick it up and actualize,
That it's time to let it ride.
Take a breath and take it in,
Stars arise with rides in stride.
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