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The Luck of the Draw
You may have the misfortune to
Live upstairs from or right next door
To somebody they want to kill.
It’s not your choice; you have no voice
In whose blood they would like to spill.
And, being close, it could be you,
Who sees the bomb fall through their floor.
No one's fault. The luck of the draw.
Sunday 6th October 2024 9:39 pm
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