Not Again "Not again" cried the man as he stared at the race As another big favourite limped home in last place But as he lamented his hand reached to his pocket For more ammunition for the next beaten docket All he had left was a tattered old five Enough to keep his slim hopes alive He scanned the starters, one name stood out The same as his daughters, his was in with a shout! The horse didn't even finish the race But the man kept despair away from his face For tomorrow was payday,fresh ammo and hope Months later he ended it all with a rope
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