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Poetry Euchred

FixXxer

Bluelighter
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callin' diamonds?
solid. why man?
you possess four trump?
ah yes.. that's fair enough.

shoot, the first trick led spades
the one suit you didn't choose to throw away
and I secretly own that ace

feasibly, it felt like a waste
watching me place my left and right bower
you sensed strength, but I held the power

this is no hour to be sour
you were right to enforce your sight
at a glance your chances soared high
but you were sidelined, by the cards I hide
you had to give it a try... it works most times
but occasionally the odds lie

curb your urge to cry
albeit your butt's to blame
see it as a minor just mistake
cause I'd have ordained the same

refrain from the pain of shame
with demons slain, pick yourself up to try again
it's only a game

sure it doesn't feel super, but give your chin a lift
you've got me convinced you're adrift in a stupor
since you got euchred
the past is not necessarily the future



[This was originally posted as part of another thread but... I wanted to give it it's own page to find it easily as part of my personal collection]
[Also... this has been updated slightly from its original form.. this is what it would have been, had I given it more time to complete]
 
I started reading it and thought it was familiar. :) Once I got to the end, it made sense.
 
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