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There once was a fancy man they called Dapper Dan.
He wore white spats and a black top hat, and
carried a straight cane inlaid with a pure gold band.
Dapper Dan was known to deal a real fine poker hand.
From town to town Dan played his cards for the curious
and his hard hearted poker fans.
One night at the old Cow Palace, Dan played his star studded hand.
Three aces over a pair of tens, he smiled and reached for the giant
pot. That's when one eyed Charlie said; "Hold it there Dan! How in the hell
can you be a holdin’ three aces, while I got two in me hand?"
Dapper Dan’s big friendly smile turned upside down as he slapped
his fancy shoulder holster, and the shots rang out, loud and clear.
Now everyone knew Dapper Dan was fast, but not quite as fast as
Old one eyed Charlie’s left hand, that everyone knew and feared.
And there on the Saloon floor lay Dapper Dan the cheatin’ man,
with too many aces in his cheatin' hand, with a forty four bullet
straight through his fancy hat band.
Now the moral of this story is...
If you're going to cheat,
you'd better be damn discrete!
Jackie R. Kays
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