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The Silent Commodoties Born Poor
The Silent Commodities Born Poor
The treasure chest is full,
And many a full treasure chest are there
Secretly concealed in caves, in safes,
In Nuclear Bunkers,
In the avarice mind of our Gaoler.
Now the cull,
Now the greed is there for a good
While – there be no need for
The silent commodities born poor,
A wealth of their intellect...
Friday 20th March 2020 9:32 am
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