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Feb 2018
I wonder how you sit on piles of beatific feelings
While the poor are starved for hope.
They are ready to consume anything uplifting.
Many folks are competent enough to give their time and money.
But I find a bad taste in my mouth
When those presented with the gift of gaiety
Choose only to share it with a select few.
Written by
Lauren Grace  16/F
(16/F)   
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