Seeing the First Daylight
You are my love; my one true honey.
Please, will you stop pestering me for money?
It was your idea to walk into this casino.
This is a place where I don’t particularly care to go.
You have played machines, keno, roulette, and blackjack.
What you have lost so far may give me a heart attack.
You keep plugging away, and don’t appear to stop.
I’m tired out now, and am ready to drop.
Hours ago, you did not heed my warning.
Now, we are seeing the first daylight of the morning.
Remember, I am the one who has to drive.
I would like to stay awake and remain alive.
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