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Feb 2010
Take a gamble
Odds are you will
Have to lose
But you can choose
An offer you will not
Refuse she's waiting
To become your muse
A little bored but
More amused this hand's
A straight get
Too  confused to
Play your cards or
Discern the hues the
Black from white
You get abused
Wake up she's gone
Your money too and
All that's left an
Awful bruise.
Written by
Marley ONeill
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