I found your hand in my pocket again
My friend,
I thought I'd give it back.
It doesn't belong to me
see,
I put it in this sack.
Your hand seems to wander
How far can it go?
You best tend to it
or see the blood flow.
I found your hand in my pocket again
My friend,
I thought I'd give it back.
No Pairs
No Royal Flush for You,
Just this sack
Jack.
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