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    It’s not the gambling I’m predicting
    Something else has caused addiction
    Just like drugs or alcoholic
    Overeaters a shopaholic

    All are comforts plain to see
    And Fills a void quite hopelessly
    Kills some time yet stirs confusion
    To find our way in this illusion

    But here’s some words for you my friend
    Go a day without a spend
    Walk a path a different journal
    Use your eyes to look external

    Watch the birds and you will see
    That just like them you too are free
    Do not think just use your vision
    And free your mind out of that prison!

    Gordon Moody

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