Untitled #172 / Four of Clubs
We were trying to play spades
but I only had twelve cards
oh where, oh where is the
four of clubs?
lying next to a bush outside,
just as I thought
“My, my, you are perceptive”
It’s my job
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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