As I sit, my hands are folded
Five men on other chairs
Were, all looking for a message?
In the shadows of our stares
The mood is tense
As boots tap on the floor
Could this one be the one
That I’ve bee waiting for
A Queen turn up
One man through in
Another bets it all
I’m thinking, I should call
He throws down his hand
Two aces and a queen
Take a look my friend
You couldn’t beat in your dreams
My hand its sits
Two queens they lie within
I throw them on the table
And rake the money in.
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