number was called
I know I am close
so I made loud sigh
everybody thought
I won; looking at me
then somebody stand up
walk slowly to caller
not a word spoken
received a gift card
I stand up reach bottle
of cold aqua fina; drink
to quench my desire to win
walk to closest table to fill
my plate with dessert; sweets
now I am a winner that beats
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