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Oct 2013
I'm saddled by the dreams of others. Their vicarious thoughts steal my youth.
Heal the weak and the battered. Make their eyes shine bright again.

Find a way to mine the treasure. Maybe create those flying shoes.
Any way to make a dollar. The emptiness has been renewed.

Sorry to disappoint the adoring. My mind works a different way.
My words are my currency. This path is paved with many jewels.
Written by
Greg Obrecht
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