to shuffle the cards
when it was
his turn
to deal.
we'd sit around the table
smoking
our cigars
and drinking
our beers with our
coins in front
of us, waiting.
but he took time,
shuffle after shuffle,
with a flourish
of fast moving
cards,
fanning and snapping
them into
place,
showing off
his skills while we
rolled our
eyes,
and told him, okay,
okay enough dude.
now let someone cut.
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