My hand’s all numbers so what the heck?
I drew a card from atop the deck,
My palms were wet and my cheeks a-fire
A chip and a chair with stakes ne’er higher.
My fortunes rose and I watched ‘em fall,
As the ‘Old Man with the Axe’ takes all.
Photo by Rumalowa
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus.
A sharp breeze stirred up the gutter dirt as Danny crossed the otherwise motionless street.
“Why don’t you try poking out your eyes?
Raised by the pack, we didn’t know about the Change util it happened to my friend Brown Ear.
