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Feb 22
From the high desert looking down to the city
People in the material world I pity.
Looking from above it’s like an animal farm.
Sometimes I imagine strolling on down displaying my charm. Aristocats, sipping fine wine, but I will not talk to them.
I will not cast my pearls into the swine.
Oh yea **** your fine wine.
Written by
Michael A Pettigrew  38/M
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