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Jun 2017
It would seem as though,
the cycle is never ending
and perhaps it truly is.
Trading paper sterling
just for a life worth living.
Digits and decimals,
computerised gold,
credit checks and loans.
It's breaking my soul.
Never once in school--
did they say I was a fool.
Yet clearly,
they took me for one.
...

...and so my pockets are empty but my heart is full of gold.
Finley in Despair
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Finley in Despair
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