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My Mother Vs O J Simpson

My mother used to work in a bookies in bread street An area they called the pubic triangle Due to all the strip joints One day she went out on her lunch break To place a bet at another betting shop Not the usual sort Football, dogs or horses It was on the outcome of the O.J. Simpson trial She was going to put 20 down on a guilty verdict But first she went into an Indian run place That sold cheap plastic crap Cheap suitcases, discounted stuff It was called Ali´s Cave & she got talking to the guys in there Told them about the bet & they laughed & said she should double up on An acquittal They figured there would be Riots, fires & looting If O.J. went down & my mother took their advice & O.J. walked free & my mother bought herself A nice new handbag

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