One Gamble Too Many
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Mark Heathcote
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A pool shark I'd regularly play
he would run all-day
from billiard ball tables to bookies
all day I'm telling you,
back and forth, back and forth.
And then the next thing I knew
he'd-been-hit like a billiard ball
into a side pocket of no return,
I guess it was a case of
one gamble too many.
But that day, sadly
he was extraordinarily unlucky.
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