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Jan 2
I am what I am
You is what you is
Sometimes we score
Some times we miss.
Im not you
Your not me
There is no
Freedom
In democracy.
You are you
I am me
There’s no deep
Pockets in
The cemetery .
Life’s not fair
We breathe
The same air.
The world is ours
To Peacefully share.
Sometimes we score
Sometimes we miss
Society’s hierarchy
Has to stop taking
The ****.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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