Fallow 298

The sun was shining
Already sunshine passing
In blink of an eye

Is it a surprise
That a date might be spoken
And nerves overtake

What of work today?
I'm in a gambling mood
Let coin flip decide

Thanksgiving coming
January still in sites
But some days are rough

Still this hump is climbed
Despite its inelegance
And potential lost

I get paid tonight
Chips come down and settle up
Then blinders come on

Turning on a dime
To finish this twisted race
Started long ago

Is it all my fault?
Money used to choke one out
A false scarcity?

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