My Not-So-Intricate Thoughts
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Monday, 16 June 2014
Window Shopping
A poor man walks into a store
he can see, touch, feel...
but thats it, no more.
He puts on a bright diamond ring;
the prettiest little thing.
He wonders when the wishes began...
He puts it back
because he's just a poor, poor man
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