Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: ->>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> POETRY Gambler's Get NNNNN Night Mist corona moon-walking on air Sweet frangrance of chance everywhere. 'Twas a gamblers night 'ore the wide way On the eve of new year, or so they say. The year matters little in the long run 'Tis the essence of chance new begun Cards to the table, if that is the game Fate deals the tale under any name. Gambler's Get on the soft winds walked Odds' Child in the Change, Dealer stalked To skill or to chance, the prey did fall To the game, to the fates, Eternity's call. He sat to table, She watched from the side Gambler's Get, come to challenge, bets offside The cards rose and fell as the Fates decreed Silver, copper and paper, the coin of greed She stroked His right arm, lending Him luck He wagered His skill and played against Puck The tale is told as He emptied His pocket Of Gambler's Get come before Time's docket. She reached down deep and staked His last game At the end of a year, in lost love's name He Played, on old habit, and lost, to his shame Gambler's Get and the bet and the last Game Copyright 1994 Gay Bost >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> # # #
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