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May 4
So you somehow got rich
Now you're a billionaire
And you don’t want to share
Did you conjure bills from the air?
No one helped you get there?
What is special about you?
What spells did you do?
An alien from outer space?
Think you’re the better race?

Yeah this money changed you
It changed your memory
It made you forget:
You are not in fact,
Standing on the shoulders of giants,
You are stepping on the backs of people
Dan Filcek
Written by
Dan Filcek  46/California
     Druzzayne Rika and Kim
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