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Created on: November 04, 2007
A Trip To Atlantic City
We took the late bus on a Saturday night
To avoid the crowds we felt it was right
We got to the casino with comfort and ease
I just knew that the night would be a breeze
It's better to play after you feed your face
So we went to eat in a really fine place
The meat was delicious and the desserts were supreme
We stuffed ourselves then had the ice cream
My wife took off to the slots with glee
She loves to play them - even without me
I roamed about and saw that the action was hot
Then I hit a jackpot on the first slot
Knowing that I was due for good luck
I went to a Craps table to risk a buck
No matter how I bet, I couldn't go wrong
After a while I started to burst into song
The people at the table were so pleasant and nice
It hardly mattered what was on the dice
Though I was only betting at five dollars a shot
I won a few hundred - for me that's a lot
It was warm on the bus coming home in December
Great fun is what I recall on that night to remember!
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