Perfect Ending.

'Cupped with millions, spoiled loads, the final fight had come, unload.
Upon the showered bullet trail, into a hearth vehicular swail.
Escaped we had, with legions past, unto the rails of the motor pass.
So their doth eye, silly ol me, with millions of dollars in monopoly.
We smiled than dipped, a new life begin.
It seemed even skies were smiling upon me.
Thats when it came, like a sudden brigade, the ending so perfect it left me fantade.
The lady the dog, the cars, the talk, it seemed as perfection as solemnly sleeped, would wake me in midnight with Callista at lee.


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