Group of Minnesota lunch ladies fell just shy of Powerball immortality

I aim to hit the Powerball just once in my short span;

and I have got a logical and foolproof master plan.

First I take my birth date and divide it by sixteen,

then I add that number to the price of Ovaltine.

Next I take the license plate of any car I pass

and multiply it by the days until I mow my grass.

Finally I cast my horoscope with a hand of Uno,

and divide it by the temperature up there in snowy Juneau.

I come up with a number that is guaranteed to win,

and write it down upon a piece of certified buckskin.

I’ll share my system with you for a negligible fee

(since I have been quite broke since back in 1963 . . . )


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