NEVER WENT THERE AGAIN
I'm alone now, and without recompense I'm
selling candies to the crowd. They came at
me masked and dangerous.
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I can read Gypsies on the wall, and tell them
by their shoes, but it makes no difference here
since most everyone is the same : pikers, acrobats,
jokers, and clown.
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The three-card monte men, they'll all disappeared.
Maybe it's just the Winter weather keeping them
away - I miss their little tables and the way they'd
play their cards, spread out and sinister for the
unwary to get caught.
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Life was always a game, and this was the magic
moments : people, striving for security, even
when they're being tricked.
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