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Apr 19
You cant tell right from wrong
Feigning truth is the best you can get
Youve got no soul
You didn't make the flowers or trees
or marigold wine
You're your own everydays sinner
Your neither rich or poor
You struggle to be on the same groove
But one day you will be right
is when your bread is baked
by your beloveds hand
Written by
antony glaser  61/M/croydon
(61/M/croydon)   
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