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Robert W Service - Roulette
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I`ll wait until my money`s gone
Before I take the sleeping pills;
Then when they find me in the dawn,
Remote from earthly ails and ills
They`ll say: "She`s broke, the foreign bitch!"
And dump me in the common ditch.

So thought I, of all hope bereft,
And by my evil fate obsessed;
A thousand franks was all I`d left
Of that fair fortune I possessed.
…I throw it on the table there,
And wait, with on my lips a prayer.

I fear my very life`s at stake;
My note is lying on the Red . . .
I know I`ll lose it, then I`ll take
My pills and sleep until I`m dead . . .
Oh God of mercy, understand!
In pity guide the croupier`s hand.

My heart beats hard, my lips are dry;
I feel I cannot bear to look.
I dread to hear the croupier`s cry,
I`ll sit down in this quiet nook.
The lights go dim, my senses reel . . .
See! Jesus Christ is at the wheel.

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Kind folks arouse me from my trance.
"The Red has come ten times," they say.
"Oh do not risk another chance;
Please, Lady, take your gains away,
And to the Lord of Luck give thanks -
You`ve won nigh half a million franks."

Aye, call me just a daft old dame;
I knit and sew to make my bread,
And nevermore I`ll play that game,
For I`ve a glory in my head. . . .
Ah well I know, to stay my fall,
`Twas our dear Lord who spun the ball.
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