As new immigrants
We were sent
Irish Sweepstakes
Across the blue.
Too young to understand
The ponies,
I understood the secrecy
Of keeping secret
The lottery.
Half a century on,
Life is now the lottery;
More exhilterating
A game of chance
Than a one Punt ticket.
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