By Christopher Munroe
They say leave nothing to chance.
But I knew a guy nicknamed Chance once.
We worked together in Edmonton for years, hang out to this day, I see him whenever I’m up there. I make a point of dropping in to say hi.
We maybe aren’t the closest friends, but he’s good people, my life’s richer for having him in it.
Were I to pass away, I’d leave him something. At the very least a token, to remember me by.
Wait, now that I think about it, his nickname was Chase, not chance.
No, yeah, I’ll leave nothing to chance.
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