The night before last,
I had a dream.
I won, a house, five million dollars,
a car, and a yacht.
A picture, I took,
of my lucky winning ticket.
So the very next day,
out I went,
a six dollar ticket I bought.
And what did I win,
Naught.
Tango.
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