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Aug 2014
The counter spins again
you win again
or lose,
you choose again,
complain
the number's just the same and
who's to blame?
Lady luck will tuck you up
give you promise
give you hope
then let you swing
hung by a rope.
We keep on spinning anyway
some say the counter's cursed or blessed,
it stops and comes to rest on
double zero.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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