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Aug 2019
when gravel turns to air
he who lacks care
will be crushed between thick and thin
when moral consciousness soon begins
who will last and who will fold
it wont take long for the unlucky to weep
for their gambling chips are nothing to keep
but roll the dice and you will see
when you forget the odds you win every time.
Written by
hudson
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