I thought about something today that I hadn't thought about in a long time. This bloke in my speech class was demonstrating how to play poker. I remember how when I was a kid I always wondered why the king of hearts always looked like he was stabbing himself in the head. I use to call him the suicide king. Shannon was always real competitive at games like that. I think I understand now why the queen of hearts always seemed to have a smile on her face. And maybe now I understand why the king of hearts always wanted to die: Because his entire kingdom is based on love, and yet his queen doesn't love him back.
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not really a poem, i guess, but it's true...
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