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Hey Sam, Play It....

Like the worn out record, it is.

Just so you know.

It's merely,

a measurement of my life.

Luxury not being the norm.

Most of the time .....

I've slept in places.

You wouldn't house, a dog.

I've worked longer hours.

Than a Mumbai, street urchin.

All the while ..... 

dicing, with death.

Crashing, through clouds.

Whilst, I fell to earth.

Then crashing through, trees.

Dodging hot lead.

Death

He's played, the .....joker,

over the years.

.......shot at me, .....blown me up.

Just having a bit of fun.

And how I did laugh....

And he,

just, 

smiled back.

I think, he must like me.

As

I'm constant player, 

in his killing games, 

......as he slices through life.

But oft, he tries.

To end the game.

To finish me.....off

Just

Now and again, 

and

Again.

Giajl © Jim Love