Shoot the moon that's how you win
But probably not if the game is gin
Go fish for sevens in the deck
I cut a jack ah what the heck
The cards decide the game at hand
All across this great big land
The past time of life is not a sport
But made from paper, ace to court


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.