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Betting Man

Pascal was quite the wagerer.
From Monaco to Reno
He was known at every racetrack,
Every fly-by-night casino.
He would make the wildest poker bets
The world had ever seen.
He would take a hit at blackjack
When his cards showed seventeen!
When he lost his shirt at baccarat,
He didn’t take it hard,
But in trying to recoup his loss,
He maxed his Master Card.
But still he made a bigger bet
And showed no great concern,
Saying only, “I’ve a feeling
That it’s all about to turn!
So Lady Luck don’t fail me now,
‘Cause baby needs some shoes.
I’m betting on the Deity,
And this time, I can’t lose!

pascal

 

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