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Mar 2013
Who made your shirt?
Was it worth all three cents of that impoverished woman's sweat?
Keep collecting those precious friends like postage stamps.
You vapid, empty shell!
I'll be over here on my equestrian statue.
Written by
Theodore C Sherman  Albany
(Albany)   
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