Card Games

April 21, 2010
By cheerleaderc3 BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
cheerleaderc3 BRONZE, Clarkston, Michigan
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Remember long ago
Back in the sixth grade
When He taught her that card game
With the old blue deck of cards
He use to loved to play with her
Cause he could always win

She was very competitive
And finally she got better
All of those long, warm,
Sunny, days in the summer
Playing the same game
Under the warmth of the sun

After about fifty lost games
She had finally won
He was so surprised
And she was filled with bright
And shinny joy

After about a hundred more games
On the bright wood table
Or on the warm hard cement
She started to win all of the rounds

That’s when He would get competitive
And they would say such things
That would make them laugh
Till the bright orange sun went down

She still remembers His favorite card
The old black Jack of Clubs
The one He often called his
The one that was the most bent
From their fighting over it
The one she has often tried to make hers

But now He won’t play with her
Because He would get so mad
She misses those days
They laughed and played
She wished they’d play again.

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