It’s the 6th of the first month
Everything smooth but nothing nice
Entered a drug store searching for a toothbrush
The cashier, a sweet granny is
Good wishes given from her for tickets
Which I hope bring me a chunk
Of money each gambler dreams
Took a test I gave dull answers
But teachers were happy for those
On my way home I wondered
How come I got this binder for 74 cents?
That was the sixth of the first month
In the year two thousand and eleventh
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