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I want to see ol’ Warren’s face When I claim the Billion prize. When my perfect bracket takes the cash, Buffett’s sure to be surprised. The odds were set against me much higher than surmised. Like making sixty free throws in only fifty tries. I’d have a better chance, They said, to date a super model. The sort of girl I never get And google just to ogle. I bet with Buffet’s cash on hand I’ll attract their sighs, Kate and Emmy will cat fight to be first in my eyes.
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
Billion Dollar Bracket
I want to see ol’ Warren’s face When I claim the Billion prize. When my perfect bracket takes the cash, Buffett’s sure to be surprised. The odds were set against me much higher than surmised. Like making sixty free throws in only fifty tries. I’d have a better chance, They said, to date a super model. The sort of girl I never get And google just to ogle. I bet with Buffet’s cash on hand I’ll attract their sighs, Kate and Emmy will cat fight to be first in my eyes.
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john-f-mccullagh
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
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