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Jan 2016
Poor lucky thing.
You've no wars to fight,
no adversity to face,
and the silver on your spoon makes everything taste richer.

Poor beautiful thing.
With no wrong to right,
and no fight to fight
what's to stop you from tearing yourself apart?
Trevor William Fayle
Written by
Trevor William Fayle  Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)   
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