poetry LOTTERY by Matthew Daddona A woman chooses days but fails at numbers, says, “Monday will bring rain.” She chooses weather like she chooses days.
On her birthday I gave her a dollar for the lottery, told her to pick me a winner, who could guess but her?
She returned with a receipt, said, “Tuesday, sun and heat, I can feel it.”
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