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He sits across the table, 
His three Aces craving blood, 
That is, if they are able, 
Game is high-stakes five-card stud 
 
My cards have caused the other lad 
To save himself, and fold, 
No other hand I've ever had 
Can beat what I'll soon hold 
 
Ten, Jack, King, and Ace I see, 
All Hearts; I ooze a smile, 
The Queen of Hearts will choose to be 
The next card of the pile 
 
Opponent bets all in a rush, 
Infallible, I call, 
The dealer starts to flush 
And lets my final judgement fall 
 
My hope now subatomic, 
My universe in shards, 
With sickness hard to stomach 
I resign, and fold my cards

The Ballad of 5Card Charlie