Posted by Richard640
@ 9:19 on April 1, 2020
been a gambler..Vegas leaves me cold…as u say, it’s almost a hobby with me…it adds some excitement to my old age…and so far I’ve made some good coin doing it after all is said and done…what else can an old Rakehell do…?
WHEN my moustache curled, |
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And my hair was black, |
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And I wore tight trousers |
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And a diamond stud, |
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I was an excellent knave of hearts and took many a trick. |
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But when the gray hairs began to appear— |
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Lo! a new generation of girls |
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Laughed at me, not fearing me, |
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And I had no more exciting adventures |
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Wherein I was all but shot for a heartless devil, |
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But only drabby affairs, warmed-over affairs |
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Of other days and other men. |
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And time went on until I lived at Mayer’s restaurant, |
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Partaking of short-orders, a gray, untidy, |
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Toothless, discarded, rural Don Juan…. |
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There is a mighty shade here who sings |
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Of one named Beatrice; |
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And I see now that the force that made him great |
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Drove me to the dregs of life. |
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