Squeeze It
So, the dealer dealt you a lousy deal,
Now you want to get out of the game.
So, the odds have fallen against you,
And you're looking for someone to blame.
So, your oranges turned out to be lemons,
And life dashed all the plans that you made.
Stop mourning your loss, and start squeezing,
There is nothing like fresh lemonade.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006
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