One Last ShuffleA Poem by Holly Mason
He has $241.00 dollars left .
That is it in the world. The sweat rolls from his brow. The dealer has a knowing look. Everyone watching knows. This is the last shuffle. He will be done. They watch and learn. The bouncer will tell you. The crowd knows. He feels as if he will retch. The cards are dealt. He has bet it all. Sweat drips down. Splash, it hits the table. Dealer has had enough. He wants new meat. The man lays down his cards. He looks up. He walks away. The dealer doesn't even blink. The crowd slithers away. He hits the door as he walks out. They do not wipe down his seat. Another day , another dollar. Not a pill in sight, but an addiction.
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5 Reviews Added on March 24, 2013 Last Updated on March 24, 2013 Author![]() Holly MasonRockledge, FLAboutWell now , so many words to write. So let’s write em . Xoxox Holly I would like to acknowledge my wonderful teenage ( she is now 24 ) daughter..she has takin all the photos I use.She has c.. more..Writing
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