Some sad sob story I am,
Soaked and used by some slick sam.
The trouble is I fall for scoundrels,
I applaud their every trick,
even when I'm left with the linty end of the lollipop stick.
Like magicians, I watch in wonder
As they hold the queen of hearts
Vanishing the cards that were on the table,
'Till the reality of the world seems unstable,
I admire them with a beating heart.
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