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Dec 2012
Hello little guy,
why must you be so poor?

Why do I strive? but you are there being a bore.

Why are my dreams so high?
but you're mind is so low

Why does my Mind have no ceilings
but your mind is the size of my big toe.

I will never have the bottom line.
I want big things, big life, big car, sweet wife.

I want big things, big job, big house, shine watch.

I want the better things, lavish, no havoc.

Big things, for big minds, all the world is your's,
mine? mind? mined?

the world is mine, my mind is prime, and the gold in my house is all freshly mined.

BIG things, small WORLD.
Written by
J W
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