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So  much sympathy...

There he was in his loft
On the 27th floor
Content with his world
Observing the minions below
Rushing around
Trying to amass bread crums
Just to survive.
He had a tear in his eye;
Feeling for them.
He had such an understanding for their plight.
As he reached for the bottle
Of Napoleon Brandy
And poured himself a drink.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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