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An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic, don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures
Thomas Winther just send me this picture of a black razor edge, registered and for sale at a reasonable price in DK just as I found a ratty one
Words Alanis Morissette