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Three ball Master

I've had many addictions in life.

They all come with costs, no matter the vice.

The only one I have now, is smoking a little ****

They say it's a gateway drug, and it might be indeed.

But that gate swings both ways, no doubt.

It was the first one for me, but the last one out.

Bottom line, no party favor is free.

But there is one thing, that actually paid me.

Pool was the game and three ball was the name.

I was introduced to it, late in my teens.

Addicted immediately, and a natural it seems.

It was a game that was invented for gambling.

Showing up and showing out, sent amateurs scrambling.

I didn't pay much attention to all the chatter.

Skills and confidence is what really matters.

There were many who tried to take my crown.

Coming from all angles to put money down.

Which ended the same, no matter the town.

Lining the pockets of the best

around.

So if you're thinking you got game.

Look me up, I'll give you my name.

You may even win, a couple of times.

But at the end of the night,

that money is mine!

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