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Ante Up The table's flat, round and level It doesn't lean to either side. Speak your piece or peace As it may be. My ears are curved, tuned and hearing Melodic words leave your lips Telling me thoughts or forethought's Of what is or may be. We're here, destined to be rectangular A wonderful shape, I think Toss your cards, and what lays Will be true, maybe. |
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