50 Words - Four

I’ve four clothes to my name

It’s been foreclosed I’m to blame

My foresight is the same

As such I’ve had to forfeit the game

The forecast calls for rain

I lost four c-notes down the drain

For most I’m broke again

With just four clothes to my forlorn name


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