Club, diamond, heart and spade,
Under these the game is played.
Warfare, wealth, love and death
Dominate our every breath.
Players are not free to choose
Suit assigned nor hand refuse
Dealt them, careless of their skill
Shuffled blindly, well or ill.
Wealth I had no talent for;
Lacked all aptitude for war;
Death at most might set me free;
Hearts were always trumps for me.
A E Housman
(A D Hope)
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