Poem: February 17th

clack of ivory
roll of dice
on polished teak
dram of scotch
hold the ice
single malt neat
fate is cruel
never nice
take what is given
hope for the best
once twice
never a third.

It is a February challenge to myself – to write novel poetry: One-a-day.

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