Scrambled Lyrics
Lost Lottery - Linka Kullae
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Section 1
Balcony door left open—someone…
Mom flips eggs, Dad reads the news,
Little Johnny ties his shoes.
Saturday sun through the door.
Clamdens on the seventh floor,
Windows shut, AC hums,
Section 2
Seven stories down, but the branches prevailed.
Oh, Johnny flew like a bird from the rail,
Seventh-floor miracle, wild and free.
Hallelujah, hallelujah—thank the tree!
Good fortune wrapped him up again.
Leaves caught his fall, dirt kissed his skin,