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Some days I buy too many scratch-offs
And I write solely in red ink
My soul is older than my body
But that thought you'd never think
My garden's full of cauliflower
But I give it to the poor
My blood is full of gypsy genes
And I sleep solely on the floor
I've never been employed or fired
No one's ever tied me down
I make use of proper grammar
So I'll adverbly verb a noun
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