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Back Ground; A play,of backgammon The Out of Town Players; Two of them From out of town to do a job These two carried secrets One,maybe given to me Shall I keep it Shall I steal it First Player;Hired Gun, 'Blackest Bart' One not to be trifled with Mean,when standing at the bar Too long Will not put up with Any disparaging remark Quick action dealt Prefers Colt Army Action For those who aren't wise Second Player;Wicked Blade 'The Greek' Younger of the two But traveled,many miles,as some Cold and silent Watches,waits Prefers sharp edges Strikes,as a snake out of hiding Knows where to place the hit DO NOT,talk unkindly Your tab will be filed YOU WILL...pay later Third Player;The Homesteader, 'Quack' 'Perquacky',actually Over the years,Quack Trying desperately to hold onto his land Crops are down,year and a half now Nothing to be had No one wants his skills No needs Only a couple,deeds done,here and there Was treated mighty fine But how many drops To fill a 55 gallon drum The Scene; Regular rules The Greek,against Quack Not much of a match The younger doesn't have many pelts But as said before Cold and silent Does make a proper opponent Will cut you clean,with a knife And have no expression about it,at all You won't even see it done That's just how he rolls I've seen him fall Made him fall Fall hard My tab is now on file Opener; Not much to do with Wait and wait...and wait To see what The Greek will do Am I set up for a trap To soon to see Keep an eye to the landscape It changes very quickly Throw the bones See what there is to see I know what to do with that Done In the flick of an eye Next Continue On; As I watch for mistakes Keeping my eye For knowing when to pounce The Greek is a wily opponent He moves as if a snake And if I don't watch out I will be pounced upon Blackest Bart watches,by the side I can see he's holding his tongue So I poke him In the side of the ribs The cooled branding iron I just used Have to make sure I get his attention I ask him 'Have you seen what your partner just did' 'He's gutted me as a prize bull elk' 'And you aren't going to say anything?' Blackest Bart just nods Over at The Greek Blackest Bart knows He has been gutted by us both Down Towards the End; I think I've stalled long enough I think I've gained some time Both down around the corners Both fairly close running the end If I can peel off From higher to lower In home This maybe beat For he has piled Piled...so high On higher points He will pay But just as usual Almost seems on time His roll of dice As in the rolls in our life The Greek Always seems to win P.Q. 120810 #68 P.S.Doubling cube in play | |
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Back Ground; A play,of acey-deucey The Rules; Don't need all in home Before ranging out in the field Some can stay in the well Your one and your two Must be taken first Before anything else If you can't take them You lose them Roll again,if you use them all If you don't Opponents roll Two of the same Must be used To achieve another All must be home Before peeling off Number doesn't need To be exact The Players: The Greek; Special talent Brought in from out of town Younger But watches,waits Quack; Homesteader Hiding out,The Greek and Blackest Bart For they cannot be found,out Played along time Not many keep an interest Too slow Takes the fun out of it The Scene; Branded acey-deucey The Greek against Quack This will be along drawn out haul How can anyone see a snake in the grass How can anyone hear it's movement Keeping a watchful eye Being a full time job To keep from being killed Early in the game Opener; Win the fall Famous,one and two Seems the snake Moves in dry grass Have a start Worthy of a win Let's put some out there See what The Greek will do Next on my bones Not so much This beginning is going to drag NO...GOD...NO I'm crashed into the side Boxcar's crashing Wrecking my sight Then two more piling on top The luck The Greek rolls Lucky rolls of his life One and two DAMN My goose is cooked Continue On; O.K. I've slowed the pace I may have it handled Playing each piece As fitting a jigsaw I feel a fighting chance One little misstep And The Greek will be slaughtered If I can keep My finger nail grip This one maybe done Just follow the terrain Of this puzzled landscape And hope that nothing happens Damn...one of my die Went into the drink I know...my spell has broken Shit Murphy told me I know it well I'm exposed With nothing I can do As in life Take your chance Hope That the opponent spell Has worn off to Guess I should have held that thought For later Down Towards the End; Damn I knew it Knew it to my bones Even saw the glimmer Heard him When he unsheathed his fangs Snake eye's That's all I see Staring As they puncture flesh AH...god damn it Why did this happen to me Blackest Bart You brought this here You should feel this Instead of me Blackest Bart Looks the scene over Shaking his head He's not playing to any side Just nods his head Flicks his smoke Decides he's going to roll another one Trying to look as neutral as he can With startled look in his eye Say's 'I told you man' P.Q. 120810 A #69 P.S.Doubling cube | |
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excellent as always
so moving | |
arwencat8 posted: Thank you!Always good to hear,I appreciate your comments. | |
