Chance

Tonight I might win the lottery and wouldn’t that be rhyming poetry? I’m not holding my breath when every ball drawn is a bit more than the death of that dream. If I don’t win I shall dive into the eyes of the woman I love and swim until I am tired…

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The egg and spoon race

It wasn’t about the losers it was about those that didn’t win and he gives a wry grin at that not being politically correct. I thought aloud, if everyone’s a winner what is the point to enter? where is the satisfaction to be gained? even heroes want the glory and if no one gets first prize…

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