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Las Vegas Town
Las Vegas Town By Franklin Price 7/16/2016 Las Vegas town in mid-July is quite the place to be. The temperature is hovering around one twenty three. The cool casinos welcome us to pay for their AC. We bring our money with us to roll the dice and see. Our car is waiting in the sun. We cannot touch the wheel. If we were sitting naked there, a sauna we would feel But then again the cops would come and throw our ass in jail Would waste our gambling money when putting up the bail We keep our clothes and suffer until the car is cool We cruise the strip in comfort. Mom did not raise a fool Saturday is crowded and the heat's on every face We leave the strip and go downtown to find a cooler place We pass the wedding chapels that abound in such galore A tradition in Las Vegas is awaiting at the door We're married so we do not stop, downtown calls our name How can we lose our money if we do not play the game? Parking high on Binion's lot, in fact we're on the top, The elevator's slow and old just like its carried crop. Finally the doors slide open and tables come in view. The scene from past familiar, quarter slots are calling you Wheel of fortune, cherries jubilee, bars and stars abound Promises of fortunes as the wheels spin round and round Must play the max to win the max. You cannot be afraid Luck not work makes millionaires. That's how the game is played Progressive slots offer the most if the spinning match is right But our gambling bucks were gone at the ending of the night We had our fun, we did our thing, no practice of refrain We only left what we could have flushed, affordably, down the drain.
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