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I reach into your bag of tricks
and I pull out the number...

Submitted: November 09, 2010

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On a boat, it's 7 degrees.

The lake's not frozen and you're beside me.

You are the master, of Magician Jaster,

you hold your hat out to me, you tell me the deets.

You say 'This bag is full from 1-50. Pick 1-50, you live eternally.

Pick any other numbers and you're out the game.'

And then the duckies sing, 'I LOVE YOUR GAME!'

On a boat, it's 7 d. and 6 pm.

'Will you get this game over and when will we play again?'

He says, 'Pick the number now, it's guarenteed you'll win.'

The hat looks like a sin.

The numbers trash out and in.

So, I reach into your bag of tricks,

and I pull out the number...

76.


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