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My Lottery Win
I spotted a slip of paper
Blowing around the floor
Nobody else had noticed it
So I had to go and explore
I chased it around the pavement
Through the bus station door it blew
I managed to catch it and pick it up
It was last weekend's lottery ticket, who knew?
It was for the big, multi rollover
Thirty million they said
And they were still seeking the winner
All sorts were going thro...
Saturday 20th June 2015 1:11 pm
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