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Rows and rows of flashing lights. slot machines Aglo. Tables lined with their best felt, ready For the Go. Jackpots, Jackpots all around, Hey Folks lay your money down. Keno, poker and the craps. For the very rich and fat there's Baccarat. I love the sights and sounds of it. I even love The clammer. The loud and happy sounds, a recent lucky winner. Am I having lucky times with quarter, nickle and A dime? Time goes by so quickly, the money starts To trickle. I'm down to my last nickles. A pretty waitress came around to offer some Refreshment. I said " I'd like a tall-cold beer". She said "I'll be righ back." I put the money in the slot and all the bells start ringing. I am sure that that sweet girl brought me what I Got - Luck - "Jackpot."

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