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Playing My Game

Sitting,lights down,the first hand dealt how many can you put under your belt some faces blank,others joke on one by one,hopefully,`til they gone. Your hand is strong,you put on a face can any others suss out or trace? or the long game and just sit back or play with force,and win out the stack. Heads up it is,just him and you tactical hands may see you through a flush you do have,this could be a choker all in,he calls my game, shake hands, thats poker.

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Date: 6/22/2014 12:05:00 PM
Hi Paul, Congratulations, enjoyed stopping by to view, every featured poem, on the soups Home Page. Take Care & Have Fun this coming week..... Luve Linda
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Date: 6/18/2014 12:26:00 PM
Thanks Paul for sharing this fine write, really well penned indeed, God bless, Gordon
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Date: 7/30/2011 4:40:00 PM
Enjoyed reading this poem on your favorite pastime -poker- my youngest son and his friends like to play it with pennies. God Bless Phyl
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Paul Beadnall
Date: 7/30/2011 8:08:00 PM
Thanks very much,phyllis blessings.
Date: 7/30/2011 2:42:00 PM
Excellent write mate....good luck on contest...God bless....old Jack
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Paul Beadnall
Date: 7/30/2011 8:09:00 PM
Cheers mate,hope ya sound . blessings

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