Poem by Marc Aupiais
Avoid the poor is the rule,
Yet my window was open,
the poor man was there
Selling lottery tickets already used.
He said he could not afford his own, only half
not any more.
I said no I would not buy.
Half a lottery ticket you can never own.
All or nothing, I will not cheat...
In God not gambling I put my trust.
In God not man.
Man only lets one down.
And I feel lost, Yet I have my map~
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