Farkeled
dice lay where they stopped off edge,
two nines a six and a seven lay dead,
the green baze not understang the law,
evan tho its been played here before.
the gossimer swaying under the table leg,
the spiders home once, long dead,
the atmosphere an ever ressent tinge,
the farkeled gamblers head bows.
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