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There’s been some talk of poker.  Yes, I play poker.  For me, it’s just like meditation, except you’re thinking a lot and you make money.  My Poker Master took me in when I was six years old.  For three years, all he would let me do is shuffle cards.  Day after day, shuffling cards.  I [...]

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(If the tune isn’t obvious, you are lucky, and I won’t ruin your life by directing you to the original)
It’s after midnight on Saturday
The tourney’s been running since nine.
The rock to my left is my only hope
Since he’s never defended his blinds.
So the action folds all the way round to me
I make the only move [...]

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I think that I shall never love
A play as much as the all-in shove.
When I just smile and hitch my belt
And take myself down to the felt,
Then lean back, say something funny,
Like, “Call this if you don’t like money.”
My opponent weighs my expression bland:
How much does he like his hand?
The mound of chips that I [...]

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