a win
we’ll take it
rare as hen’s teeth
my team
making it
look impossible
string a few
together boys
bring some joy
some belief
relief
reward blind faith
and all that money
that devotion
in the teeth of
negativity
and poison.
the morning paper downloads in a flash the morning what? tiny line bleeds straight across my tablet and in seconds voilà all is revealed...
on the numbers and the stars and she is back in dreamland on the lotto on the ‘scopes pumped with false hope and fingers crossed and...
hope drifts in like fog a whisper a suggestion of a maybe on a Saturday in the morning when the tank is dry bank balance said goodbye to...
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