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written by: SNOWonPAPER

JOurnal #1

His hand was four suited, with nothing but a ten.
HIs hand was cold and could not fold, cause all his chips were in.
IHs turn was less than good an ace and king to bluff,
he would not could not give up now,
he had to play it tough.
He was a man before men were men, and he lost all the green.
He shiped off to lands where the scenery is mean.
His bravery and courage mixed with old friends love.
He's off to fight a war, god watch him from above.

Robert Snow

Dedicated to Douglas Steen.

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