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Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2289094
A short poem.
Went to the casino to play my favorite game. BLACKJACK.
Took my rabbit's foot and four-leaf clover along with me.
I thought for sure I would be lucky enough to win a little bit.
But money in my future I just did not expect to really see.

Game after game I played in vain and never won a cent.
So, I took a break and walked across the room from the table.
Went to the bathroom, the bar and the restaurant to eat lunch.
Met a lady there who wore a red dress, and her name was Mable.

"Did you get lucky at the game table? she asked me out loud.
I said not today but maybe tomorrow if I indeed come back.
Luck was with me on my 21st birthday for Mable and I got married.
And now we come back to play that thrilling game, BLACKJACK.






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