Further In the Hole
At this table, you continue to stay.
The dice have not rolled your way.
Are you going to get even today?
I doubt it. That’s all I have to say.
There is substantial room for doubt.
It increases with each seven out.
Circumstances are not at all nice,
when your life depends on dice.
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