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To let the odds help you,
Or whittle away the bones, Takes a precious, lengthy time, More than one person owns. You’ll see the odds help you As you whittle them away, Much like old, discarded bones, With not enough time to play! But just like any gamble, Or lottery you might win, The logic’s very simple - One might need to spin. As you determine what is best, And odds do favor returns, Everything must come into play - The fire slowly burns! So favor odds only when Your playing time is brief; You likely will not leave too soon, And all must have belief!
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