Honestly, I am doing fine
I can stop at anytime
Just because I see Mahjongg tiles in my sleep
And I play so much I forget to eat
One little game becomes two
Then playing a hundred before I'm through
It wouldn't be so bad
But hardly winning makes me mad
So I play Mahjongg even more
Wanting to build up my score
Playing until I doze off to sleep
That haunting Chinses melody makes me weep
Mahjongg fever has no cure
Ancient Chinses game of skill for sure
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