“Don’t get all hot ‘n’ bother’d.
That’s
just pyrite,” colliers shout.
Fool’s
gold
The dealer takes two cards.
I raise. The undead cry, “We’re out!”
Ghouls
fold
Moral:
Better
lead than dead.
"A Mare Egg, Her Wrist, "Miss Two 'U'"
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