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The Raindrops Turn
A ticket lay there waiting
untold riches bye and bye
The Powerball on Wednesday
buying freedom with its lies
All barriers seemed broken through
the world at your command
Perspective dying, hopes run wild
control spun out of hand
The numbers tell the story
but the payoff tells the tale
Be careful what you wish for
—as the raindrops turn to hail
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)
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