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Lady Luck is based on poise and knowing - a love poem. |
| A valued hand it’s not, for sure, A solvent, rich display. The tables turned, a track not pure. Why go at all this way? Mega owners strike a deal, The empathy predicted. But how your plays align and squeal Must now explode restricted. When the rubber hits the road, The heat and sleet just blubber. But holy warmth severely owed Seems crinkled tries of flubber. Suck it in and breathe real hard, The fiercest cinderblock. We’re spriest heat without a card, And driving quite a shock. |