Winners and Losers

This is a very short poem & probably makes no sense at all. But, I thought it up when I was half-asleep one early morning.

I'm wide awake at quarter past seven,

This could be hell, or my heaven.


Vicar, would you be a sinner?

There's well-earned cash, no matter who's a winner.


Roll the dice and move your pieces,

I never forget till this ceases.


I won't talk, because you won't understand,

The only person who can help, is holding someone else's hand.

The End

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