Poker

My girl and I at poker played:
Twelve times she got me down, the jade!
Bankrupt at last I cried: ‘To-morrow
We'll play again, and then I'll borrow
Some new supplies: to-night, my dear,
You've drained my purse quite dry, I fear.’
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Rufinus
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