The BiG ThriLLA Poem by Fran MarieHitting all the casinos in town amusing himself to play. Willing to lay his money down and gamble his life away His winning streak was fun at first and the dice felt hot in his hand. then it took a turn for the worse for this ramblin' gamblin' man. Those cubes turned cold as ice like the cubes clinking in his whiskey drink. His addiction to both ,a most terrible vice. A quicksand into which he did sink This was his life,his love, his lot. so he went for the last big thrill. His last chance because he thought you can't win when the dice lie still. © 2010 Fran MarieReviews
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