When Chucky was alive, we had such a great time.
Gambling at all the casinos by the MN lakes,
Chucky bet five dollar machines, never high stakes.
At the Grand Casino Chucky was losing so I gave him my chair,
on that machine I prayed and I prayed,
for double diamonds, now I wish I would of stayed.
Seconds later the machine did spit out,
all bright colors and noise really loud
making everyone in their chairs turn about.
I sat on that chair while Chucky left to see,
see the casino’s 'cash pay out' employee.
That’s where he would get his big chunk of change,
getting it from the place that looks like a cage.
Now I wanted to take the next bus home,
and just leave Chucky all alone.
For he did say “Hey, it all goes in one pot”,
well I stayed I won more than alot.
I won back more money than Chucky won before,
but I wished it was all in one big fat score.
Now, that is my Grand Casino Story,
with all of it’s sadness and it’s glory.
Written on Feb.12,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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