The Club Magic Serenade - Poem by Herbert Hudson
The click of the slot machines and ringing of bells
The lilting laughter of youth and elders easily tells.
A joyful atmosphere to meet new friends
In Las Vegas Hilton where drearysome ends.
Weary players relax on comfortable couches
And some fall asleep in spite of their pouches
All play machines and build up chances
To win bi-hourly prizes and dream of their fancies
To ultimately win a BMW on the 1st of Octobert
Would be the end of a perfect vacation for Chloie
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