calling winning numbers
is so much fun; excited
souls come running with
extra vigor they found
some jump to me for hug
some want to be pinch
when i hold out last digit
and i look around, they're
so focus on their tickets
you could walk pass them
they can't see; mute too
then faces of disappointment
(happy new year have you ever
won door prize...then you know)
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