Poem -

poke-her.

Life may throw you a ace of hearts
Then deal the hand again
Given you the ace of spade's
To burry the heart it slayed
For life is an uncontrolled game
of poke-her.

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piusha singh

Sweetie precise but with depth, life always a big game, rejoice in present never lament upon past nor future.Excellent write.
love

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Poetess Nardine,

 life is an uncontrolled game

Excellent line filtered from your short poem, I love it, My applause, My vote

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nardine Sanderson

Thanks heaps dear friend sir Williamsji, love to you nardine xx

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