No one’s shouted “Uno”
In what seems like years.
No one’s held my colorful cards
And laughed and spilled their beers.
No one’s read house rules
Or over my manual pored,
And while I am a card game
I’m starting to get bored.
No one’s shouted “Uno”
In what seems like years.
No one’s held my colorful cards
And laughed and spilled their beers.
No one’s read house rules
Or over my manual pored,
And while I am a card game
I’m starting to get bored.
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