Best Play The Hand You Poems

Clarity comes and goes like a prize to be had
Fleeting moments of happiness, hours spent sad
To seek its return brings sorrow as goodness turns bad
Contentment...

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She's haunted by the what ifs,
The why's and what could have been,
She's haunted by mistakes she's made,
That shattered all her dreams.

If only she could reverse...

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Amidst the stress and strains of life rejoice
Don't fold now, you still can play the hand
Forget old rules, make a new paradigm for choice
The brail...

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I don't know what to think,
cuz trust me life can be really mean,
It doesn't take it easy on you,
Just because you don't know what to...

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The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;
 


Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;
 


The flowers and creepers decorating window...

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Lessen not thy pain heal thy broken hearts.
Rejoice forth for a new love shall arrive.
Penance shall not ease it, with pain alive.
For fault of your...

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Babygirl, someone needs to say
you can't go on acting this way.
If you don't learn another tune,
the party will be over soon.

Rude, without a clue
know-it-all, that's...

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So Little Time

If I seem a little down and sometimes wear a frown,
I guess it’s just because I get a little sad.
It’s so hard to...

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Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memoboys dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of...

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The loss of a friend
- Kenny - 58 years.

May the blue skies
and your brown eyes
be filled not – with a tear,
only memories of everything dear...

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What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was no poor to clean the floor
What would the rich do without the poor?
If there was...

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In three days I'll be seventy, 
that's three score years and ten. 
I'll have had the promised lifetime
that the good book gives me then. 

I'll...

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Mah Jongg is a game that’s strange
‘Cause every year the cards will change,
So you may try to play a hand
That once was there at your...

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MATTERS OF LIFE AND DEATH
Isn’t life short, today here tomorrow gone.
Switching the world off, turning eternity on.
How many before us, in the world have lived?
Just...

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Does anyone know where pain comes from?
It's invisible, but easy to find
Is it buried down deep inside the heart?
Is it growing inside our mind?

Or maybe...

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