A new meeting - and all
the pain
bound
to follow. Even so
we're happy about it, pulling at
all the
handles, levers and sticks
of joy, jackpot
upon jackpot!
while the coins gush out
so fast
and so many that we cannot
collect them - never mind about
that, never mind.
Cashing in
these chips, that's where
the real work
begins.
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