In this game of hit-and-miss
A calculation of the odds
A roulette wheel’s uncertainty
Spinning bouncing number nods
Is this the day it goes my way
Despite random revolutions
Could it be my ESP
Has tapped into solutions
I fool myself and place a bet
With fingers crossed in case
Whilst mesmerised I lose my shirt
Then bankruptcy I face
There's no such thing as friendly cards
Lucky numbers are not dates
The loser hopes for lucky breaks
But can't afford the stakes
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