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As new immigrants We were sent Irish Sweepstakes Across the blue. Too young to understand The ponies, I understood the secrecy Of keeping secret The lottery. Half a century on, Life is the lottery; A more exhilterating Game of chance Than a one Punt ticket, And the bookies Give good odds.
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
One Punt Ticket
As new immigrants We were sent Irish Sweepstakes Across the blue. Too young to understand The ponies, I understood the secrecy Of keeping secret The lottery. Half a century on, Life is the lottery; A more exhilterating Game of chance Than a one Punt ticket, And the bookies Give good odds.
Punt: Former Irish currency before the Euro.
francie-lynch
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
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