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Love's A Game...1985
With each and every love affair
There's a brand new set of rules.
Yet undefined, their written here,
Within the hearts of fools.
To start the game, the cards are dealt.
One heart, each player holds.
The game will now continue
Until one player folds.
You must change the way that you play your hand
With each card that's dealt to you.
You can keep score; if you wish;
As players often do.
If he draws the queen of hearts
Odds are he'll win the round.
If she draws the king of hearts,
The same odds will be found.
If they play their hearts together
Both king and queen the same;
Neither one need forfeit.
There'll be no loser in this game.
Let's say another player joins;
And she too holds the king of hearts.
One player now must choose to fold;
So that a new game of fools can start.
Love takes all in this game of fools.
With each new player,
There's a brand new set of rules.
To start the game, the cards are dealt.
One heart, each player holds.
The game will now continue;
Until one player folds...
L.A.McNabb
10 December, 1985
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
There's a brand new set of rules.
Yet undefined, their written here,
Within the hearts of fools.
To start the game, the cards are dealt.
One heart, each player holds.
The game will now continue
Until one player folds.
You must change the way that you play your hand
With each card that's dealt to you.
You can keep score; if you wish;
As players often do.
If he draws the queen of hearts
Odds are he'll win the round.
If she draws the king of hearts,
The same odds will be found.
If they play their hearts together
Both king and queen the same;
Neither one need forfeit.
There'll be no loser in this game.
Let's say another player joins;
And she too holds the king of hearts.
One player now must choose to fold;
So that a new game of fools can start.
Love takes all in this game of fools.
With each new player,
There's a brand new set of rules.
To start the game, the cards are dealt.
One heart, each player holds.
The game will now continue;
Until one player folds...
L.A.McNabb
10 December, 1985
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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Love`s A Game...1985
Love`s A Game...1985