The Last Hand

The bets are really big; it’s the last hand.
He needs either the nine of spades or four.
Just as he’s about to ask for one card,
comes a frantic knock upon the door.
"Call the police," he hears a man’s loud voice say,
"Down the street some guy just shot a cop!"
As the others all run out to witness,
he grabs the deck and puts the nine on top.
They’d been playing all night into morning.
It must be now pretty close to noon.
Late October day in Dallas, Texas.
Who could know their lives will change, and soon?

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