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Without asking for more than the simple sweet simplicitys, I am bounded by the same laws and rules for life. No use in explaining the values of eccentricities, We are all tools for the media, for what they strive. A product of the temptation for power over others, we will stay The same forever, entrapped in ice with our sisters and brothers, The silly dreams we have, our pursuits. A tiny bit of concern to the Rich-who live to find the right eyeliner, lip gloss-or the best set of Nine Irons for golfing or business suits. Some day they will Get what they deserve, some day...some day. But too bad for me, some day came a little too late...
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Vanity
Without asking for more than the simple sweet simplicitys, I am bounded by the same laws and rules for life. No use in explaining the values of eccentricities, We are all tools for the media, for what they strive. A product of the temptation for power over others, we will stay The same forever, entrapped in ice with our sisters and brothers, The silly dreams we have, our pursuits. A tiny bit of concern to the Rich-who live to find the right eyeliner, lip gloss-or the best set of Nine Irons for golfing or business suits. Some day they will Get what they deserve, some day...some day. But too bad for me, some day came a little too late...
alan-s-bailey
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Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
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