All in the cards my dear!

All in the cards my dear!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While the queen of clubs
plays her ace,
the queen of spades 
waits digging,
the queen of hearts
is sold on diamonds.
The kings of four
were all bludgeoned,
no longer
the joker looks on,
the jack of clubs
is bloodied.
It was written
in the beginnings of love
all you needed was
hearts and diamonds
but towards the end
you needed a club and spade.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 6, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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