Winning The Lottery.
The girl the old man,
His heart did lech,
So he his arms did forward stretch,
But none were bold,
So none him told,
That he twenty was no more,
As that would cut him to the core,
And so the truth they stalled,
When him Ďa dirty old maní they called.
But of course,
Every story has a source,
So if the old man the lottery could win,
He to his heartís content could sin,
As many girls would his wrinkled face not see,
And he to them would just twenty be.
---October 15, 2009---
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