A Four-Legged Lottery

Somedays are Diamonds, Some Days are Rocks – Sometimes You Have Two Diamond Days in a Row, And They Get You Out of Hock – A Short Little Story About How Where There is Life and Half a Ton There’s Hope

Some days are diamonds, some days are rocks. Some doors are opened, some roads are blocked. Sundowns are golden, then fade away. And if I never do nothing, I’ll get you back someday – T0m Petty

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