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Playing the Game of Poker

PLAYING THE GAME Of POKER At the table, the dealer begins the game, passing out set number of cards, players ready to exhibit mental acuity. A full house of masterminds, getting familiar with the cards, playing different variations of the game. everyone with a target. We fold, check, call or raise, strategizing on how to topple the other, straight, stud, draw or community, mostly, same rule applies. The game of poker, quite similar to life. simple,yet complex! requires a lot of maths and psychology. It's a bet, full of trials and errors. Some rely on their tenacity and courage, their adroitness and tactics, for maximum result. Some compromise it all, yet, no aroma of fresh fruits. some run out of chips, even before they get a chance to play. We all are players, playing the mean game of poker, round the clock, with dexterous manoeuvre. The difference is, some have mastered the soft skills, and have become connoisseurs of the game. while some are still baking in the oven. In this game of life, sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. we all bet,we all play.

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