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I wonder how you sit on piles of beatific feelings While the poor are starved for hope. They are ready to consume anything uplifting. Many folks are competent enough to give their time and money. But I find a bad taste in my mouth When those presented with the gift of gaiety Choose only to share it with a select few.
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
To Be Kind
I wonder how you sit on piles of beatific feelings While the poor are starved for hope. They are ready to consume anything uplifting. Many folks are competent enough to give their time and money. But I find a bad taste in my mouth When those presented with the gift of gaiety Choose only to share it with a select few.
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Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
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