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May 2015
you reached you hand into the bucket
and lucky number seven, was your pick
my lucky day, good as gold, was your
thought
but to keep that gold from tarnish
a good polish is required
when your midas touch
could not produce more shine
you drop your pick
into your mind machine
to wash it clean
perhaps you need a wash
to clean your ego or
your shiny lucky seven
may see how dull you are
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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