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WHO ARE THE LUCKY ONES?
What looks like truth
often is not.
Looking thru the keyhole
often does not tell
the full story.
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He had it all
we had little
but
We found joy in our little
he miserable with his all.
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He stood in his Armani suit, pearly white teeth, Salvatore Ferragamo dress shoes
we in our Levis, dirty nails and tattered tennis shoes.
Our hearts full
his empty.
...Sunday 12th February 2017 7:57 pm
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