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Dec 2024
Sitting on your
Golden throne
Silver spoon
In mouth,
What are you
Going to do
With All that
Wealth.
It’s not for
Me to say
Could you give
It all away,
Times is running
Out for you
Sell your soul
To me
It will cost
You all your
Wealth to
Live for
Eternity
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
60
   Nemusa and Leila adel
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