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Dec 2017
He's religious
And old fashioned
Not superstitious
Rations;
All his money-
for what reason?
His obsession with the cash-
if it could physically inflict him,
his entire body would be engulfed within a green rash.
To be rich is to prosper-
but in the corpses of a tree
But that's what's "proper"
Anything free is worthless
and if you want love
you gotta be ruthless.
Lavendar My Love
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