Coming Out
These two dice are now out to you.
And in case you don't know what to do,
you win with a seven
you win with eleven,
but you don't want a twelve, three, or two.
Composed extemporaneously while working the stick position at a craps table in
Atlantic City years ago.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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