Impromptu
seems the hunting
season is over
except buck
put your dollar down
let the roulette
decide what
what may be your
door or lucky
number be
counting how many
random rotations
one if six
feverishly figuring
trying to count
the odds are
always with the
house so how
do they know
suddenly pick up
a spun gun
cylinders
and click this
time how
long
until the click
becomes the
became
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