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In the lands of golds and greens
Not all is what it seems
For in the deepest darkest corners
There are those whose families are mourners
Because the rich live in greed
The poor cannot help but feel their deeds
Death is inevitable
Without it, life is unstable
So instead of spreading greed's seeds
Think of other's needs.
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[AN: D= I was typing this when suddenly my computer logged off [parental controls. FTW?] Then I logged back on when I could and Gaia logged me off! So I lost the first version of this confusing poem. Figures.]
 sukiyakiii · Mon May 21, 2007 @ 11:11pm · 1 Comments |
