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Mar 2012
A some day will come,
a sun day, a one day.
A day full of fortune and so-
the earth will inhibit
the meek will prohibit
and all that is prosper shall flow.
Though from the tips and the grips of the few
who hold onto the dreams they did sew,
their future permit it
their mother forgives it,
so long as the fortune does grow
Written by
SAF
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