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Discard
March 2, 2019
— poem, poetry
reflection
The hand that is drawn is only the whisper of what will be
Each play has a meaning, although this is never obvious
While the game proceeds to the end of the deck we discover
That some of the cards we have discarded were essential
To our self confidence and poise
It is too late to reverse, and too early to fold
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