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Jul 2023
We are all but gamblers here
Betting daily on our lives
In line at sins window
Hoping through it all, we survive

Running human races
On a track that’s circling
Pulling at the reigns of
God's grace, against all odd's for the win

In this constant gambling
Living life up to the edge
We will keep on betting
Until the point there's nothing left
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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