If anyone has ever played the card game "Nertz" with really good fast players, you will
understand the words in this poem.
Pressure builds,
Woundings, kills,
Daggers thrown to targets
Marks are hit,
Many are missed,
Passing arrows give me chills.
A starting hush,
A voice makes us rush,
Let insanity begin!
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nertz,
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