Sweet Jean Poem by Lamar Cole

Sweet Jean



Sweet Jean was smart and keen.
But it would take a bulldozer to remove her from the slot machines.
When her paper money began to fry like lard.
Then the casino slots started eating her debit card.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: gambling
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