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Fruit Salad

I see cherries, oranges, and plums on this machine. Getting a row of any of them would make a scene. This is just a contraption with buttons and a screen. All throughout today, this machine has been very mean. Outside, the summertime has been warm, sunny, and clear. Inside this smoky casino, I must persevere. Like a fool, I’m pumping money into this thing here. I will take anything that will come four in a row. If and when the big prize will come, I will never know. I’m aware consecutive bars are asking a lot. Getting four in a row, and I have earned a jackpot. Please be sweet enough to let it all happen to me. Bells will ring, lights will flash, and I will be quite happy. Let it not be just a pipe dream, but reality. Only a lot of “fruit salad” has been all I see.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/5/2011 8:14:00 PM
hahaha.....A bit of a gambler ehh?? I started to read this because my pregnancy has me craving lots of fruit but was a bit surprised when I began to read...lol...great write very well told~Virginia
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Date: 1/29/2011 9:46:00 PM
LOL I avoid the "fruit salad" machines. Might drop a few coins in the poker machines though. At least you get to make some choices as to what you discard. That's where I win the big bucks -- all two of them. :) The Boardwalk I was describing was Wildwood, NJ. We spent many happy times there when I was growing up. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 1/29/2011 5:42:00 PM
Very Descriptive!!! Love it!!! Not what I was expecting to read!!! Christine
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