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| Lottery Life by Chris Major |
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Queue.
You've got to queue for the chance,
got to queue for a new tomorrow.
Yeah, the line's always long,
full of people moaning about the weather.
You know twice a week I go through this,
twice a week I fight my way to the front,
hopeful, prayerful even,
and twice a week I think
"It could be you"
as today I pick
15,20,25,30,35,42,
42 grains of dusty,dirty rice,
from the African desert floor. |
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