Playing with numbers

 casino

He always had a head for numbers

Something special to behold

The counter culture was his playtime

Chance is a fine thing, not to him

Something about nothing he did gamble

Chips came in from all his bets

Casino men watched and plotted

His number was up outside the gate.

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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