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Girl's Poker Night

So it is Thursday night again that time when I’m left alone. There’s just me and the telly, Some food in my belly I see you’re wearing that dress with the rhinestone. Off you go my sweet and have fun as you do and take care. I’ll take the pleasure that’s mine From this bottle of wine On the floor by my wheelchair. Don’t lose the house on a turn of a card Don’t gamble your life away. Like I did one night When I chance’d a red light I can never forget that day. I gambled a life while you risk a night. I lost and most times you win. That life was not mine But a young Caroline Lost hers before it could begin. Now that I’m legless, a body all crushed I can’t join in as I might A night playing stud With Paula Peter and Bud Having fun on your girl’s poker night. ©Michael Birchmore 2013

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Date: 1/14/2015 12:53:00 PM
This is so emphatic, beautiful and lovely... Thanks for the excellent share... Once again, happy and a prosperous 2015!
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Date: 1/13/2015 9:10:00 AM
Sad sad, tale well told. Light & Love
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Michael Birchmore
Date: 1/13/2015 9:27:00 AM
Thanks Debbie.

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