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Aug 2021
Job, everywhere?
So why?
When driving?
Are we seeing those holding up signs?
None, ever saying they would work for pay.

For sure, an alcoholic needs his thirst daily it appears.
But if they apply themselves just imagine things they are able to do afford.

Then, what youth?
Should be out robbing?
Job signs, requesting help.

Sometimes, you must give up the leisure of hanging with friends.
A broke pocket gets you nowhere?

Even, if you a racist?
Realize, bills see no color.
It's like love so unselfishly.

So if you unemployed?
The question remains why?
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
90
     --- and Brett
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