Same play of days
I'm thirty six,
and you, my friend,
you're not just a joker.
The bench keeps the cards,
in stacks for the next play,
inbetween Knaves and elusive Aces
we try to keep our cool;
crisp white shirts will remain
ours, whatever.
I'm thirty six,
and you, my trusted ally,
you're the rare hand
of lasting friendship.
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