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Gamble By Olivia Phillips Father was a gambler in the streets. Making it his job to trick people To buy me a treat; But he wasn’t a very good weasel. After a poor day of trickery, The reaper came knocking at our door. With a crack crack boom He came through the wall. Father gambled that he could win, The reaper boasted that they could win, So they played. Father was never a good gambler. Grandmother loved to win. She was the luckiest old lady in the town. Every game she won; But she would never make her opponents look like clowns. While sorting the days winnings, The reaper came knocking at the door. With a crack cr