The House of CardsA Poem by Mauricio MontoyaThe hands were dealt with
The king has his queen A realm of princes and princess As the jacks hold ground To command a kingdom From ten to one in all four corners The count Always remains the same Yet one fine sad day The joker ceased to laugh Instead he cried How can we build a house? If we won’t follow suit To our demise we'll tumble. By Mauricio Montoya © 2014 Mauricio MontoyaAuthor's Note
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Added on April 24, 2012Last Updated on August 11, 2014 Tags: 52 pick up AuthorMauricio Montoyaoakland, CAAboutLove to draw and cook from time to time, when I'm not drawing I’ll write poems. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. more..Writing
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