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winner winner chicken dinner, vegas, craps and stickmen, gambling, betting, who would have guessed the lines, wouldn't have been a good bet at all, but one left over, to rule them all, and get pushed to the wayside, and a winner none the less, none the wiser, unaware of a competition, a contest, a game with a finish line, a running clock, the timer, the scoreboard, and winning, yes, winning, and being a sore winner, one who rubs salt in wounds, dances around in joy, in happiness, hands up, music playing, confetti falling and thrown up in the air again, the balloons on the dancefloor, the streamers and fireworks, but really?
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