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Once You've Picked Your Ticket
Once you've picked your ticket,
And there is a magic felt with it...
That's the ticket for you that fits.
One picked better than none,
To leave a numbing to overcome.
Take this ticket with you and run.
Exit from others who choose to bicker,
As if this makes their lives lived...
Done richer yet sickens a thickened,
And 'bummed' out atmosphere.
But you can clear the air you breathe,
By a counting from ten to one...then flee.
Once you've picked your ticket,
And there is a magic felt with it...
Exit from others who choose to bicker,
As if this makes their lives lived richer.
You can clear the air you breathe instantly,
By a counting from ten to one...then flee.
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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