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Played some scratchers for the better part of his life. One hundred in Got ****** up on the UV ink Hope drawn from the next in line One hundred and one Connection voided with a tare Shackled to the shilling Required for one hundred and two Binds himself to an unsightly wealth Allowance gifted in bi-weekly installments And out comes one hundred and two Wins the jackpot with pigment under nail His keeper takes to court. Seizing one hundred and two She departs for paradise Left with a modest sum He’s up to three hundred and eight He’s losing it now Support called in by all the renounced Stalemated at three hundred and eight His credits no longer valid with any lottery clerks
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
Father To A Trash Receptacle Full Of Potential
Played some scratchers for the better part of his life. One hundred in Got ****** up on the UV ink Hope drawn from the next in line One hundred and one Connection voided with a tare Shackled to the shilling Required for one hundred and two Binds himself to an unsightly wealth Allowance gifted in bi-weekly installments And out comes one hundred and two Wins the jackpot with pigment under nail His keeper takes to court. Seizing one hundred and two She departs for paradise Left with a modest sum He’s up to three hundred and eight He’s losing it now Support called in by all the renounced Stalemated at three hundred and eight His credits no longer valid with any lottery clerks
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
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