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Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Runcibl'd Spooner: Golden Minors Come to Dust

Protestor with
Boomerang


“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.

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