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Jan 2015
I wanna take drill bits
to bandits,
the one armed dealers
money stealers.

Ching..ching,

evening disrupted
cash drawn
corrupted,
wages going down the pan.

Blame it on the one armed man.

Three cherries,
three bells and
another,

Kerching.

magical spells, watch
the wheels turn
watch as they burn your
money away.

Payday for the bandit, a
random hold and win,
who said,
let the games begin?
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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