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With Seven Million In Bank

With seven million in bank, In spirit, she rose in rank: Physically A Full Tank! Water bursting forth from a shank … Then, A Six Suddenly out of The Seven And she’s sure she’s lost A Heaven: A twenty-year-old spirit sank A twenty-year-old mind A Blank! Then, herself she dumped in a dank And began to herself also spank With something that seemed much a plank! A weapon as suicidal as evil To her handed by the Devil it should’ve remained that “Seven” in bank For her to Lord God still thank.

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