A poem by Beverly Stock.
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Two kings show first, which foretells a sign,
And black eight is drawn which covers red nine.
Red sevens revealed which covers black eight,
Jack covers Queen as if to demonstrate,
How black and white can assimilate,
Chances are good, if I concentrate.
Some matches drawn, some cards below,
Cards face down still held in escrow.
Ace of Clubs now in this random hand,
My stacking Clubs just might take command,
Two Clubs appear in the next two turns,
This may be my point of no return.
What’s this? No match to be in the waste pile?
My suites are stuck, there's nothing worthwhile.
Kings stranded with no minions below,
I’ll just re-deal and play some Tableau*.
*Tableau is a solitaire that finds its own style, which means all cards are open and arranged to the left and right of the foundations.