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What's the chance?
She frowns askance
My face she wants to feel
Soon after the deal!
Lights up my face
When jacks and nines bless
Shows up the mess
When I go pointless!
Spade is strong if I finger my hair
A tap on left chest means heart
I don't mind being a little unfair
She must know my strength from the start!
The hints she knows too well
Why I touch the forehead
In my heart she dwells
Clubs with me on diamond bed!
With us are king and queen
The trump suite suits us fine
No way can't we win
This game of twenty nine!
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