Six Of Spades - Poem by Stephen Rogers
A friendly game between friendly men,
a friendly bet between friendly wagers,
a friendly royal flush between friendly pairs,
a friendly card pulled from a friendly pocket,
a disagreement between friendly peers.
A friendly wager gone unfriendly,
a dead friend present between live friends,
a friendly card pulled from an unfriendly pocket,
a card that took a life.
A card, not one, but a card.
A card of value unknown,
a card with no value,
an unfriendly death of a friendly man,
a friendly murder of a six of spades.
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