Hamza Al Saieedy (1994/7/28 / The-Qar \ iraq)
Easy to despise what you can't get!
Risk it all, but lost the bet;
Try no more your luck is set.
Luck is the pery of the dice,
Like, flaming on with cupe of ice!
Large in charge, small in price.
Might win, you must believe!
Chances as high as a state of deceive;
Ask who tried though make no achieve..
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