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Jackpot

numbers rolled in the dough
big one never seen before
boggles the mind
tempered the spirit

so I will buy a store
a foodcourt a laundry mart
for my brothers and sisters
and their children

for them to work on
to earn their daily bread
for I'm moving right up
with Richard Branson

I will get myself a yacht
and get myself a crew
sail the tourist routes
while having some brew

I will get myself an island
and build myself a mansion
set around it a garden
with a lovely fountain

I will set up a foundation
for all types of mammal strays
to house them until when
they get their proper homes

I will live on what is left
in the mansion with my love
books and music to salve
the ever adventurous soul

And when its time to rest
I will be buried on my island
with gardens tended
to honour my memory.

that's my heaven's bean pot
Written by Grace (IDryad)
Published | Edited 11th Nov 2023
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