Song Lyrics Poetry posted April 13, 2016

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Paper Dolls

by foxangie123

Have point one percent left,
from nothing to a hundred is the set,
ninety-nine point nine is met,
trying to dodge and grab a days bet;
I'm sitting at a table feeling the neglect,
these cards are not a hand anybody would select,
that devil is sliding on his belly waiting to munch,
family and me as the leader in family first,
trying to make me fold, supper, breakfast, and lunch.

This isn't a game of sticks,
counting decks with broken tricks,
I'm not a paper doll, just caught in the thick,
ducking the flying scissors,
hiding under the table from some big bricks.

Have point one percent left,
somebody is trying to fill my wounds with a loaded deck,
world's championship, so no "What the heck!";
the stakes are too high, not all-in just yet.

It's those eyes with a hunch,
playing us like a clueless dunce,
I wish I was a paper doll, a favorite fun toy,
instead of cut cards feeling the nasty river all at once.


Please keep praying. It is so bad. His little, swollen tummy is bleeding and filling up again. Please.
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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