Bingo
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‘BINGO’
I waited and waited, my heart thumped like mad,
I didn’t know whether to be glad, or sad.
Terrified my voice would leave me, and go,
I still waited, each ball came out so slow,
With each ball the man picked up,
I thought this one will bring me luck,
On and on, ball after ball
All I needed was ball number 25.
I could hardly Breath, I had tears in my eyes,
All I needed to make that call,
For £200,000 was one little white ball.
Copyright © Pat Dring | Year Posted 2014
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