With my cards held close to my chest,
Why don’t I say what I’m thinking?
At avoiding issues I’m the best,
From my feelings always shrinking.
But perhaps too large are the stakes
And I worry if I have enough.
So I deal like so many fakes
And all my actions are a bluff.
Dare I put my cards on the table,
Or as always am I meant to fold?
And to say it if I were able,
I fear I could not be so bold.
These feelings like my cards to share,
Where across the table we have met,
And if only I had a larger pair,
Upon my honesty I would bet.
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