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Endless Poker

By ac, published Aug 11, 2007
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I play poker from day into night.
By the next morning I'm really a sight.
I pass out in my chair.
And dream of a pair.
Of beautiful aces with which I could fight.

 
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is he really awake. I think not.

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Actually, you probably dream of the Age of Empires little yellow village men. Or the Calvary. I don't know. It's a toss up. I know I dream of the little men.

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Posted on 08/20/2007 at 11:08:00 AM

 
Great job.

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Posted on 08/13/2007 at 3:08:00 AM

 
Ha! I love it :)

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Posted on 08/11/2007 at 3:08:00 PM

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