Is it off to the races for this old dope?
Who saved his coins, when seen as a joke.
If as predicted, went up one thousand percent!
It would have to be - heaven sent.
So, reverence the moment; it's the seventh day:
The day of rest.
I thank you in advance...
You are simply the best.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Brilliant. Thank Yah for the Sabbath.
Yes, I almost forgot, but he brings me back.
“Chances are are you’re going to lose…” That there’s for the gambling part. As for the bit about rest… was meditating on that sometime in the week just passed. 🙏🏻🕊️
Yes, Mary chose the good part!
That she did! 🙏🏻🕊️
The poem starts at the races and ends in rest. Well done a journey well run
Still running!
Good to hear it
My friend, this is warm and witty…the saved coins, the thousand-percent dream, the quiet gratitude tucked at the end. You balanced hope and humor just right. Love this, my friend!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you again,
It's a good kick but not between the posts.
Stackers might get a clue?
You made it sound better than I thought!
You are most welcome, my friend. You did the work, I simply read, observed, and enjoyed! Again, well done!
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