i'll do with my eighteen million
dollars
that i've won
from the publishers clearing house.
a new car too.
a black Mercedes Benz.
maybe i'll buy
a beach house,
a condo in the city.
i'm making sandwiches
for when they
arrive with my check, but
first i have to go down
to Wal-mart to buy a
five hundred dollar
vanilla gift card
to register my winnings
with the IRS.
Mr. Peterson insists this
is how
it's done.
makes sense.
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