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Thu, 24.09.2009

ONE TIME HENRY DREAMED THE NUMBER . by Doughtry Long

One time henry dreamed the number
but we didn’t play it,
and do you know, that thing came out straight
3-67?
yes it did!
we was both sick
for a whole week,
could’a sure used
the money then too
that was back in hoover’s time
when folks was scufflin
to make ends meet.
i knock on wood though
we’ve lived through it all.
last night after we ate
the last of the meat loaf and greens
and was watching television
henry asked me if I remembered that,
i told him yes,
we laughed
then went to bed
and kept each other warm…

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