
Dearest dealer,
I with my royal straight flush,
love you so for your wild card,
that untamable, eternal, gut-driven ha-ha
and lucky love.
It's like this...My head knows what to do, oh it definitely knows. But my heart keeps getting in the way w/ its voice of unreason; it keeps stopping my head dead in its tracks. If I could keep the heart out of it, stop the singing, all would be good and settled. ~Me !
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