Another One Bites the Dust
Mr. Donald once had the boardwalk’s centerpiece.
However, its operations will abruptly cease.
What a jewel of a hotel in the middle of Atlantic City!
We have seen diminishing returns with this property.
The doors will close along with two others in the vicinity.
I don’t believe its patrons will feel any pity.
Just think of it as one less place to lose your money.
The shore’s gambling Mecca is not what it used to be.
Who cares if the other houses sink into the sea?
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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