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Aug 2016
"People of the poor i truly feel sorry
for.
The wheel of the world keeps spinning
around, never stopping for the weak, never
listening to them when they speak.
Only the strong survive i'm so sick of
those four words.
to me it's, "Help The Weak, let's bring them
to there feet."
No, No, No say the elite. It's to much
for them to defeat.
An interference is always what they try to
avoid.
What a shame to them that people are
noted to be null and void.
Will the wheel ever stop spinning, or at
least slow down?
Or will it just keep spinning faster until
the spokes splatter all over the ground.?
If this should ever happen it doesn't matter being Elite or being Poor!!! We all will fall!!!!
Micahel De Tomasso
Written by
Micahel De Tomasso  Lewisville, Texas
(Lewisville, Texas)   
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