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Fings That Tap In The Night Of Day
I thought I’d take a stab at this
This poetry typing writing biz
Better than gambling that I must say
Keeping my trigger happy fings at bay
Tap Tap Tap that is all I do
On a Video Slot Machine or two
Not for pay and not for gain
All that tapping did me in
Broke my life and my bank
No more pulling on that crank
So here I am today instead
Tapping my keypad to let recovery begin
A journal, a thought, a poem or two
There are worse things my fings can do
Even if my poetry stinks
I am not tapping a machine that blinks
In red and green and blue too
I will keep my fings away from you!
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Your poetry certainly doesn’t stink. Well done 🙂
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