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My Gift To You
Father time always collects his debts
the poor pay the same as the rich
mother nature's gift that keeps on giving
petty hairless apes
with egos the size of Everest
the world doesn't revolve around your need to be needed
your wants are trivial
minuscule thru the lens...
the poor pay the same as the rich
mother nature's gift that keeps on giving
petty hairless apes
with egos the size of Everest
the world doesn't revolve around your need to be needed
your wants are trivial
minuscule thru the lens...
Published 11th Jun 2013
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11th Jun 2013 3:26am
I especially love the line, "the world doesn't revolve around your need to be needed". Great poem!
