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I've no master In a lofty mansion Forgiving wrongs, Addressing my transgressions, Throwing my daily sustenance To be foraged before the dogs; All-powerful and glory-ridden. That's reserved for the down-trodden, Praying from boxes, Lucky to inherit the wind, They're told. But don't bank on it.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
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I've no master In a lofty mansion Forgiving wrongs, Addressing my transgressions, Throwing my daily sustenance To be foraged before the dogs; All-powerful and glory-ridden. That's reserved for the down-trodden, Praying from boxes, Lucky to inherit the wind, They're told. But don't bank on it.
francie-lynch
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
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