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I do not want much . Material my soul could never touch. I ask for little for free. Air is faith that I can not see. I have all I need. Often I endulge in my own greed. I get what I want. My confidence arrogant. I want like all the rest. The choice to be at best! SDPope
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Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 7:15 PM UTC
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I do not want much . Material my soul could never touch. I ask for little for free. Air is faith that I can not see. I have all I need. Often I endulge in my own greed. I get what I want. My confidence arrogant. I want like all the rest. The choice to be at best! SDPope
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Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 7:15 PM UTC
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