I once played cards
It was of the best in the day
It was fun to play the games
And sort the deck
But one day along came a number
And it tasted like a little ham and eggs
And it never spit at me
And I swallowed it whole
So today, I leave the cards behind
And the taste in my mouth is bland
And thirteen years of bad luck
Might leave me alone
If only I had another deck.
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