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| 470. Gambling I cured myself this very day No longer do I need spinning sevens For I realized I lost a lot of cash No longer was I pleased at winning While the excitement was intoxicating It lost it’s luster when I needed the money For when I looked and what I had lost No longer did this habit seem very funny I melted my player’s card in fire The points were sent up into flames From now on I’ll stick to competitive sports Forgoing gambling for athletic games |
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