Crap Game of Love
You were a hot shooter for a while.
Your point making earned me a pile.
However, you just sevened-out.
To me, there is no doubt.
With a new partner, I am coming out.
I have no more love for you.
Your love for me was untrue.
You did things that were not nice.
Now it’s time to pass the dice.
All your bets are gone from the table.
Another shooter is ready, willing, and able.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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