Six

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SixEv'ry night was a gambleshe never knew what she'd getcos she paid the cost each time he lostat Milwaukee rouletteit was the sting of his knucklesor the stink of his kissnow and again it was both of themwhen he drank a whole sixand six was the numbershort of lucky sevensix was the numberbelow the grace of heavenher skin bore haunted rainbowsof yellows, blacks and bluesbut fear began to fade like a lighter shademeant a healng bruisehe'd bragged his old revolverpacked a plow mule's kickand that night she knew he died after twobut she still fired all sixand six was the numbershort of lucky sevemsix was the number below the grace of heavenlook closely on the road to hellcos the devil's in the detailsthe flame that baked the brickswas another sixshe could've laid him in firelet the four winds be his urnbut bein' down in the cold cold groundwould be a slower burnshe knows mem'ries and shadoware midnight's oldest tricksso the howling wind just can't be himcos he's down a deep sixand six was the numbershort of lucky sevemsix was the number below the grace of heavenlook closely on the road to hellcos the devil's in the detailsthe flame that baked the brickswas another six(c)2006 Robert George