Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet
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The wretched gather
This place of drink and of smoke
Bright lights and promise
Weeks wages folded neatly
Hidden in their Sunday best
There is no preacher
No pews, no heavenly choir
To welcome the flock
Yet hope for the future lives
In each pull, in each hand dealt
Praying for riches
To resurrect their belief
In this countries dream
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
What I liked about it–I could picture everything. It had some “meat” to it.
Thank you for that, I’m glad it created a visual. :)
A very strong message Dom! Many that gamble are poor already.
Unfortunately that is quite evident when you enter the casinos. I guess I really don’t fault them though, there is still the hope that they will come out better than when they went in. :)
Dom DiFrancesco 
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