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For Joey, my beloved younger brother. This poem was a challenge for me. The assignment was to write a narrative with charactesr who are not you. It's about my brother and how he taught himself to shuffle cards w/one hand.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Mystery/Drama - Words: 99 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-13-05 - id: 2006686
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Shuffled Cards
Silent is the shuffle
Of cards within one hand
Mixing each one with nimble fingers
A smile of crooked teeth
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Cut off from what he loves to do
Leaves him with a chunk of time
In which to seek sweet wonders
Of the hand and mind
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A beautiful mind of wisdom's potential
The ability to succeed
Waiting, wanting to be used
To please the roaring wind
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Four hours spent to learn
One trick involving a simple slight of hand
To baffle all who are interested
enough to watch
The confusion of the cards
9/13/05
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