Thursday, April 14, 2011

Playing Cards- Western Iceberg

The man across from me has a scruffy beard with an itch.

The saloon doors start squeaking continually after the irresistible Laura walks in and watches the game.

I lose all my concentration and the dealer takes my chips.

I take a shot and crush my cigarette bud.

We Draw.

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