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My Journey

Updated: Jul 10, 2023

My journey is my own,

but my money was overblown.

Your malefic desires remain

as north is north

and south still the south.


Desperate teaches a life lesson:

Being seen is being alive,

Rear-view witnesses lives lessened.

Slave still a slave,

white is always right;

black blackguardly,

mostly scoundrelly.



 
 
 

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