Tuesday, 11 May 2010

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Money flows like the prostitute blows,
like the old man sitting with a king hopes for an ace.
Drops in the ocean or splashes in the fish bowl,
no matter my friend,
for luck is a trigger happy blind man who has killed many but spared us few,
so open that face of smiles and let the goodness slide in before the balance shifts
and leaves us wanting one more.

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