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    A week, a lifetime
    Monday’s gambler runs to the cash machine
    Draws out his cash all crisp and clean
    (Checking behind him to ensure he’s unseen)
    Tuesday’s gambler has a bit of a memory loss
    Yesterday didn’t happen, for today he will be the boss
    He has a trick or two up his sleeve
    No need to grieve, he definitely won’t thieve.
    Wednesday’s gambler is on the up
    Phew, No need yet for the death cup
    Even Stevens is the name of the game
    To walk away now would be such a shame
    He’s definitely still in the frame.
    Thursday’s gambler is getting weary
    No longer is he so cheery
    Too many questions are being asked
    Go away and leave him alone this has to be masked
    Friday’s gambler feels so so sick in the head
    Starting to wish he was dead
    Saturdays Gambler prays for help
    All inside him is great big yelps
    Sunday’s gambler has a major discovery
    It’s called recovery.


    Lovely poem, I like this a lot. Well done Liberty. Thank you.


    just need to add
    Sunday’s discovery of recovery
    Can be the cycle
    The running title
    For this we are all entitled
    No need for weekly recitals
    Sunday, Monday any day,
    Gambling is our plight.
    Recovery is our right
    Every day in every way.
    Delay delay delay


    Brilliant poem Lib.. I have been a gambler for every day if the week!

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