Dead Man's Hand Poem by ERNEST CLARY
Dead Man's Hand
When I play Poker
I dont bluff
I might be a joker
and fill your mind with stuff
deal me a hand
lets play a game whatever it be
I dont demand
win or lose is all the same to me
I wont cheat
I'm always fair
take a seat
not the corner chair
come on mates
ante up
beware of aces and eights
dont overfill your cup
a little spill
a little foil
put Wild Bill
under the soil
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