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Dec 2020
Poverty is the ready reckoner
the finger that beckons ya
when
you count all your blessings and
come up a bit short,
it's
a dis-ease ****** upon you
where the richer do not trust you
and only the poor will assist you
and they can't even help themselves.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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