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I spend a lot of time traveling and have many conversations with taxi drivers. One day in Melbourne, I was talking to one particular lady driver about the new casino that had just opened in town. She told me some horror stories about how much money people (who couldn't afford to) were losing. She reckoned it had got that bad that she now asked to see peoples money when picking them up at the casino. This poem is about one of her fares.
Copyright Allen Jesson 2000
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