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The judge is snoring for victory of my conviction Every night, I merry in comfort of his spouse My skin has become a palimpsest of fleeting sensation And each layer bore the imprint of my Doxie Instead of a red carpet, to flaunt my asset I walk on a green mile, toward an electric chair With fans on the other edge, cheering my conquest I am the champion of the west wing with horsehair Dawn is here and I must face the light In a roll of two, I lead To cast my secrets in light without weight I always lead, whether it's death or food Without doubt, I am the best on earth I have fans cheering me at death

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Date: 3/24/2019 7:28:00 AM
- Congratulations on your win in the "Green" Humor Contest :) - greeting from // Anne-Lise :)
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Ojingiri Hannah
Date: 3/25/2019 5:59:00 AM
Date: 3/23/2019 8:34:00 PM
Quite a stiff sentence for making merry with the judge's wife, Ojingiri. Enjoyed your poem. Congratulations on your win! There were many great entries, so you should be proud of your achievement. Best wishes, Carolyn
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Ojingiri Hannah
Date: 3/25/2019 5:58:00 AM
Thank you