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She passed out between the Game Makers At The Rancheria's casino I was playing Bonus Deuces Wild She was playing a penny a line Hitting five of a kind on the first play in the continuum She acknowledged my luck Then lay her head down between the machines as if looking for something She could not find Time passed Banging along Credits up and credits down I asked her if she needed help She was comatose Remembered it far later Her bottom gum was pink, Where her teeth Should have been We laid her down I held her head I forgot 17 years of CPR training I remembered it later Her breath would stop Then sputter back to life Life trying to find away Help arrived after a while Disorganized for a while and ill prepared for an establishment frequented with old people and another addict They worked hard at it got the hang of it brought her back to life several times It didn't matter Emily dressed in black leotards Balancing a drink tray told me about her a while later She had been alone grieving, an anyuerism She died. My CPR wouldn't have mattered But before I left that afternoon I told Security I didn't mean to be crass or crude Or sacrilegious. But could he please push the button To get my ticket I had money in that machine He said to me I guess we're all lucky today I know what he means heading out the doors To the sun and the winds.
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Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
The Gambler's Luck
She passed out between the Game Makers At The Rancheria's casino I was playing Bonus Deuces Wild She was playing a penny a line Hitting five of a kind on the first play in the continuum She acknowledged my luck Then lay her head down between the machines as if looking for something She could not find Time passed Banging along Credits up and credits down I asked her if she needed help She was comatose Remembered it far later Her bottom gum was pink, Where her teeth Should have been We laid her down I held her head I forgot 17 years of CPR training I remembered it later Her breath would stop Then sputter back to life Life trying to find away Help arrived after a while Disorganized for a while and ill prepared for an establishment frequented with old people and another addict They worked hard at it got the hang of it brought her back to life several times It didn't matter Emily dressed in black leotards Balancing a drink tray told me about her a while later She had been alone grieving, an anyuerism She died. My CPR wouldn't have mattered But before I left that afternoon I told Security I didn't mean to be crass or crude Or sacrilegious. But could he please push the button To get my ticket I had money in that machine He said to me I guess we're all lucky today I know what he means heading out the doors To the sun and the winds.
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Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
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