Wednesday, August 20, 2003

I am so sick of money
You might think it funny
But my days are sunny
Without…

I am so mad at hate
Love has a soul mate
Or maybe just a date
Tolerance…

I am enamored with hope
Destiny and fate did elope
The future’s slippery slope
Falling…

Reflections a bitch
Death’s sale is a pitch
Eternally palms do itch
Lottery Of Life…

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