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First Line: He stands beside a swift revolving wheel
Last Line: He stands beside a swift revolving wheel.
Subject(s): Roulette


He stands beside a swift revolving wheel
Giving the substance for each spin,
Waiting its belch of gold.
The polished chip
Of red,
Has bled
A mental drip,
Leaving him blanched and old
With ardent confidence grown thin.
Yet one more silver disk is left to seal
Roulette's betrayal, or perhaps to feel --
The pulse of loyal discipline
When lottery grows cold
In fellowship.
The dread
Has spread
His final grip,
And luck will not unfold
But seeks another offering.
He stands beside a swift revolving wheel.





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