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Seven Card Stud
This scale by measures held within hands of scorn!?
Spite amid a world which never truly existed; no....
The prelude in everflowings tides; walking through
Times secular forest of reasons; lost, whileas they
These archers took their aim; holding a broken bow
Sorrows strings as heaven watched; stars did gaze....
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....“Seven Card Stud” ~
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