I bet on a horse that lost of course
And now this pick six is worthless
I spent all day handicapping tell me what's lacking
For all I want to do is work less
Just let me win it isn't a sin
To make a profit from gambling
But oh how it goes is always who knows
When the ponies shoes are a stamping


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.