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The only time we can be sure

That the aforementioned “Wolf” can’t lure

Us to the Game of Chance

Will be when we take no future steps to partake in his Dance

That leads to the door of Hades for gentlemen and ladies

Who chose to follow Wolf’s hypnotic howl

Which takes possession of our soul and bowel

And even when asleep these sinister sounds

Strip of sanity and fortune All those who are disposed

BUT ONLY WHEN WE LEAVE OURSELVES EXPOSED

To instant access to “wolf feed”-(cash) which we supposed

Would magically become a source of instant wealth

Then, overcome by greed, with total disregard for poverty and health

Forgetting past disaster

The Wolf becomes our Master

All could have been avoided

If we never had enjoyed it

But it always ends in tears

So put aside all fears

The Wolf will go away when we refuse to feed him or to play

So do not handle any “feed”

Then YOU will take the lead.

JUST FOR TODAY.

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any musical arrangers?

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I just want you to know that this poem has hugely contributed to my decision to quit the madness gambling brings.
I could have written every word myself….indeed I had to check to see if it was you , not I who had written it.
I wish you freedom from the slavery.

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..is a poet’s prerogative.
No errors noted!
Great expression in your poem.
Writing poetry is very therapeutic.
Hang on to those fleeting thoughts that tell you that gambling is not the answer and act on them.

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..is a poet’s prerogative.
No errors noted!
Great expression in your poem.
Writing poetry is very therapeutic.
Hang on to those fleeting thoughts that tell you that gambling is not the answer and act on them.

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..is a poet’s prerogative.
No errors noted!
Great expression in your poem.
Writing poetry is very therapeutic.
Hang on to those fleeting thoughts that tell you that gambling is not the answer and act on them.

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I have read this poem several times. Very touching.

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I have read this poem several times. Very touching.

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I have read this poem several times. Very touching.

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Just for today
This week, this year
I will have no urge
I will have no fear
I will have no chance
To play the slot
No dread that I will lose the lot
Yet tonight my actions could have been just the same
As recent Sunday night trip. when I came
Home, using a detour, a different route
Having planned a lie and “play it cute”
A few stolen hours of hidden fun
After dropping my son back to his honeybun
An outing that had gradually become a habit
One look at my purse and quickly grab it
“See you later ” to hubby-
To make things look normal
A dash through traffic but not too informal
In true CG form make a quick city drop
Slide into a casino chair and flop
No one need know
Its only for fun…
Until that purse empties and I’m out of mon…
And the ATM tells me no more funds available
Until I am left with nothing else sellable
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That was last year though
Things are different tonight-
Different this week, ‘cos my mindset is right.
I’ve no intention of losing another week’s pay
I’ve done it too often
I’ve done it so fast
Despite the above poem I know it’s all past
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“Don’t get too cocky”
Some people might say
“Given the opportunity , you will find time to ‘play’.

There are two things to stop me in 2019
Things I know in the past kept me stay CLEAN
I intend to apply them , come what may—
“Don’t carry money and go back to GA.”

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“Perfect Love casts out all Fear”!

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“Perfect Love casts out all Fear”!

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Some things are lost forever. Some can be retrieved.

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a reminder…

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Whether it’s said
In prose or verse
Keep your money
In your purse
Day One Recovery,
Very well done!
Time to quit
You’ve had your fun.
You love the slots when on a roll
But slots can take your life and soul
Your peace of mind
Your pride, your strength
So kiss them goodbye,
And write poems at length.

( ALL THE BEST IN RECOVERY, ONE DAY AT A TIME)

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