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I Ohh En

A perfect day
my car so dirty
i move aside the nasty laundry

where am i
what have i done?
i sat on top of bubblegum

Oh brother
not again
i have no more peanut butter

To the store
to buy some food
Fuckin cops, they pull me over

They yell
They scream at me
I look down away at the street

A piece of paper
Whispy and wandering
Bounces along the ground right for me

I bend over
The police get louder
The small piece of paper says lottery

44-32-44-57
the numbers black
the numbers not faded

If i recall
these numbers are all
Running in sequence for the Powerball

Two point eight
Capitol Em
I Ell Ell
I Ohh En.
Written by Rhymedimewindchime
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