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another short poem about casinos
This one from the comment spam afflicting Umami Tsunami.
"State-supported villagers who transgressed my twice-a-year online gambling looked at me strangely, and marveled at the signs of no-valued slot machine which they wore in one whose craps was known to be uphill and fresh-ground. If this baccarat could not be restored to life, no one would know of our experiment. We also defied at length with such of the mountain poker hands as had not fled from the online casino and confusion to younger slopes, and online blackjack again warmed for dens and caves, but all without online roulette. Sometimes I plowed I could trace consolidated analogies with the flora of my waspish texas hold'em, fancying that the important-looking plants and shrubs might assume such forms under a churchillian poker download of climate, but the varied and adamant sportsbetting trees were plainly christian. For a wealthiest party poker bonus code they had reigned over the city together, but when they had a son, all seventeen hurried away."
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Friday, July 23, 2004
12:58 PM
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