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RAGS AND RICHES
TO RAGS FROM RICHES
PROLOGUE:
This is the tale of a married pair whose lives were a grueling test;
they have so little each day to spare, but strive to do their best.
Now, the wife is sound in the ways she's found to make their marriage click;
but away he roams from the house alone... just like a maverick.
They're just a pair with average care and often make with less;
but, he has dreams of wealth it seems and gambling is his quest!
So heres the way he spent the day and you can surely bet...
a winning spree not equalled yet, well, this story tells the rest.
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He felt forlorn that week-end morn' and longed for some relief;
his lovely wife who filled his life came on to spare his grief.
She knew his vice and paid the price to calm her husband's ills;
so with a wish and good luck kiss, allowed him (two) one dollar bills.
Then off he went with a mind-set bent to find a favorite game;
to meet his vice in cards or dice without any guilt or shame.
It came real soon, a gambler's tune , as dice spun off a board;
he joined that clan and warned each man, "no cheatin' is deplored!"
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Then grabbed those dice like cats do mice and laid his two "bucks" down;
and in short while he won a pile and "cleaned out" all around.
So off he drove to "CoCo Grove," a bar with back room parlors,
and his cash had come to one huge sum of thirteen hundred dollars!
His first big aim is a poker game and antes all he's got;
He played 'em loose just like a goose and won a ten - grand pot.
Now feeling tall he bets it all, excitement fills the room;
when comes an eight to fill a "straight" which spelled the others doom!
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Now in command with sixty-grand and slot machines are loaded,
and with his luck good fortune struck, the jack-pot box exploded!
twelve thousand bills in silver spills right out upon the floor,
with cups he scoops and then he scoots to roulette wheels for more.
And the "dough" he's got he dares to flop-all on the bright red spot;
then around it swirls, and the ball it twirls, 'til it stops in the wining slot!
With one big grin he goes "all in" but this time when it spins,
he chose the "black"that made contact-- one half a million skins!
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While now in style and with a pile, he wants just one more try;
to stake his stack and play "Black Jack" on luck an egg could fry.
With apparent gall he put's it all on deck with a double split;
and rakes and crams one million "clams" when "Black-Jack" comes a hit!
So he takes this load and hits the road, it's time to go back home,
but while enroute he met a "tout", a pal he once had known;
with tout's advice and some entice they head for a race track lot
to himself he mused: "I just can't lose as he bets on some long shot.
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He dreamed of fame, to win his aim, to have no more appall;
but his horse was passed and came in last, and this guy just LOST IT ALL!
So at his house when asked by spouse: "How did you fair my sweet?"
and from him follows: "I lost the two dollars, is there anything here to eat?!!!"
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EPILOGUE:
There's a lesson learned and a blessing earned,
in taking this kind of hit;
is taking your bread while you're ahead,
and do a "lickety split!"
BY William E. Hardison (c)
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