pick a card

There are seventy-two to choose from;

The symbols of collective experience

Tattered from the decades of shuffling

Rife with stories, weather beaten and

that one still has a spot of coffee on it.

Doesn’t matter, they still read the same

Over and under they fall into place

Each one a story in it of itself

Unfolding in different times, places, people

The story is the same

We’re all human, and it hasn’t yet changed.

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