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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required HO HO WHOA Second Chance algorithm drawing for January 17, 2025 No matter I kept fingers and toes crossed, and waited with bated breath since January 2, 2025 even converted from skeptic to orthodox Judaism, and strictly followed the Torah, Talmud, and traditional Jewish laws, and made good on the gamut of my misdeeds considered a shonda, nevertheless yours truly courtesy the powers at large fell, not slated to win (til death do me part if lucky), and thus one mediocre poet from Perkiomen Valley reduced to a life of panhandling, (which required a bit of skill let said modus operandi, no more lofty a trade than being a pickpocket) essentially a nobody, outcast without a podcast, pariah, et cetera), who plodded himself along the boulevard of broken dreams relegated as an American idiot, no matter a supposed hidden potential of smarts attested to be placed in section 7B1 predicated on his native intelligence, proved the naysayers right, when nearly failing every class while in seventh grade at Methacton Junior High School, and in fact got demoted to section 8B3 after getting promoted to eighth grade, and no matter the learning material more my speed, I vowed to swear off doing homework and nearly witnessed complete and utter failure as fait accompli, but the fickle finger of fate decreed the writer of these words destined to weather freshman peers (psychologically and metaphorically leagues ahead of one poor boy figurative lost at sea) getting promoted despite unpreparedness and emotional unreadiness as the winds of fate buffeted one sophomoric lad, who beat a hasty retreat to his bedroom at 324 Level Road when the mental going got rough, and thence found safety and security playing with imaginary friends Harney and Dinny (themselves doppelgangers of him) subsequently no strangers to academic rigors, yet always buckled down when most assignments completed in a timely fashion, especially prompt with essay assigned when Mister Bergey (math teacher) asked students to write composition why school books ought to be covered, and said lorthew got a kick when mine dealt with keeping property free and clear of getting peanut butter all over, and additional relative, innovative, and creative whimsical humor. Unsuccessful track record, and a poor sport to boot (always the last to be chosen for team sports at recess), I felt like just another brick in the wall and loathed every single solitary day riding the bus (and getting bullied) to and from storied halls of learning sought succor thru flights of fancy particularly when old enough to gamble away scant resources allowing, enabling, and providing fantasies found me to gambol with illusions of grandeur where becoming the recipient of a truckload of monetary largesse, hence frivolously purchasing lottery tickets particular penchant prevalent after experiencing a financial fiasco after getting fleeced by godless enterprising con artists. I frequently counted my chickens before they hatch particularly after purchasing PowerBall or Mega Million tickets, which randomly drawn numbers never match after one of two main types of lottery-drawing machines applied, either the former air mix machine or the latter gravity pick machine: Now the air mix one blows numbered ping-pong balls around in a chamber, where numbers randomly selected when they get sucked out of the chamber and displayed.
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