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Jan 2010
I do not want much .
Material my soul could never touch.
I ask for little for free.
Air is faith that I can not see.
I have all I need.
Often I endulge in my own greed.
I get what I want.
My confidence arrogant.
I want like all the rest.
The choice to be at best!

SDPope
Written by
Stephanie D Pope
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