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Jan 2019
Down to Earth,
Something better than before,
High expectations turn low
Lower than hell's last floor
I'm supposed to be
better than those I succeed
So why is it I write poetry?
"No Future"
"No Money"
I need a lively hood
I need to fly far away
Ian Robinson
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