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Are those parts of my folly? Those words that I carve to end up with a poesy I love my hobby in a way that it's kicky In a sense that in this world, I am free That a pauper can be a hero daily For in reality, those events happen in paucity But it's my wish that this occurrence will not be of perpetuity For most of the poor possessed a heart of humbly But really, of most battle poor can hardly get the victory But it's always to them belongs my sympathy That If only I got the key to end up their poverty I will not think twice, simply I'll set them free... Written: June 30, 2001 @ 8:12 am Mysterious Aries
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
Part of my Folly (2001)
Are those parts of my folly? Those words that I carve to end up with a poesy I love my hobby in a way that it's kicky In a sense that in this world, I am free That a pauper can be a hero daily For in reality, those events happen in paucity But it's my wish that this occurrence will not be of perpetuity For most of the poor possessed a heart of humbly But really, of most battle poor can hardly get the victory But it's always to them belongs my sympathy That If only I got the key to end up their poverty I will not think twice, simply I'll set them free... Written: June 30, 2001 @ 8:12 am Mysterious Aries
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