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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Seen life compared to so many things. I decided to give it a shot. My turn for an allegory or simile Funny, when I sat at the table everyone was shocked. I wasn't expected though the game had just started. I automatically got dealt a hand, three cards at first. I felt confident then; until came the forth card. I knew about it. I wasn't anxious, I knew the rules. A lot of time went by; I had yet to make a decision, fold or risk. Folding is such a cowardly move but risking it may help. Win it all or force my fold. It took me a second to look up, to realize they were all staring at me. -“Wonder if they know my hand. Don't be stupid” said I to myself -“The way you sweating even I would know what you got. You are struggling.” Four cards nothing in sight, I draw another. -What am I trying to prove, they foresaw my failure. I should probably just fold and avoid the shame. Winner! Winner! Chicken diner! That is the lamest line ever. -Another card please! I looked at the dealer. He smiled at me. -Did anyone notice? Does he know my hand? Dena has already given up. Here's a smart one. Not a reaction from the dealer! He knows! The dealer always knows. It's my turn to play; they are all so focus in folding that no one noticed the complicity. I was set on failure. When I realized that the ones who fail are those who fold too soon. Because what they face dries their throat, runs the stress right out of their pores. He knew my struggle; he knew my hand but yet smiled at me. He knew something they had no idea about; I was not folding. It was only 23 minutes into the game.
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