Uncle Bob's Words

Words, poetry, stuff like that

Klondike

I play Klondike.

I’m used to losing,

Inured to the whim of the draw.

Three card draw.

The game is what it is.

Random action on green baize.

There’s nothing for it,

Just deal the cards again.

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