The barman's off the phone now. Moodily
He serves your drinks as though he'd rather fell you.
The woman grins a thirsty thanks. Now she
Deals cards with dirty fingers that repel you.
She lays a row of three, then suddenly
Stops short and whispers: "I don't want to tell you."
Will you accept her silence or importune
Her to carry on and tell your fortune?

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