THE GAME

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     THE GAME

 

    Black, sets you back.

      Red, gives you bread.

 

     The woman did explain the gambling game.

    She did explain how 

  the game did go.

    I wanted to know.

  I wanted to have a clue, what to do.

 

      Black, sets you back.

      Red, gives you bread.

 

  I was not going to play.

  I was going to stay away.

  I just wanted to watch and see.

  I know it was not good for me.

 Did not see, want to lose any money.

     

       Black, sets you back.

      Red, gives you bread.

 

  She, over and over, did say.

 The train, moved on its way.

    

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