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i stand and stare, fridge is bare no carpet on the floor washing soaked, heating broke bailiffs at the door roof is leaking, house is creaking single dad, sad moaner middle aged, without a wage christmas round the corner but..... a little boy in india not eaten for a week no shirt upon his back.... a grin upon his cheek he's never tasted biscuits crisps, or orange squash always wears a smile but never clothes to wash unaware of fridges heating run on gas never seen a carpet school room or a class materialistic ******** food that goes to waste life we take for granted he will never taste happy ever grateful for simple things of need never witness our **** of gluttoness and greed
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Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
pity-me-party(past dark moment)....
i stand and stare, fridge is bare no carpet on the floor washing soaked, heating broke bailiffs at the door roof is leaking, house is creaking single dad, sad moaner middle aged, without a wage christmas round the corner but..... a little boy in india not eaten for a week no shirt upon his back.... a grin upon his cheek he's never tasted biscuits crisps, or orange squash always wears a smile but never clothes to wash unaware of fridges heating run on gas never seen a carpet school room or a class materialistic ******** food that goes to waste life we take for granted he will never taste happy ever grateful for simple things of need never witness our **** of gluttoness and greed
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Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 2:11 PM UTC
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