Gamble
At least at the last chance saloon
You might be able to rest easy for a while
Maybe have a drink or two
Listen to good music
In this den of no hopers
Desperate prayers fly up
Dreams come crashing down
And all that's left is another gamble
The one armed-bandit turned slowly
Into a whole new ball game
Hangman
The odds were fixed on the screens
Saturday 24th August 2019 5:27 pm
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