From time to time we send it through,
A simple message you can view,
The lift of an eye
The amazing gentle sigh,
Fingers through the hair
Followed by the poker stare
Shifting in the seat
With a sad look of defeat
The unnatural cough continued
With the wipe of the mouth
Long face down on chips
Reveling scared to make that slip
Play some hands blind
To open your mind
To learn the tells we show
For if you can your poker will grow
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