I am going to sell my poverty,
Yes,
Sell this baggage to the highest bidder,
Yes
This, is unpardonable ,this luggage
That weighs me down,
Carrying away my freedom,
Snatching my liberty
Shackling me,
Tethering me short,
Of my dreams and visions and freedom,
This ugly baggage!
Cast upon me by cruelty of this vicious circle,
I need to sing my own song,
Paddle my own canoe,
Freely in the ocean of unpolluted water,
These shackles must set me free, emancipate me
Yes
This time,all the way to the haven of wealth,
That is truly liquefiable!
Nice one
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thanks
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CREATIVE
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A NICE POEM
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A VRY NICE POEM
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A SWEET POEM
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A poem wich carries a lot of meaning and understanding expressing its feelings.
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5 stars to this poem.
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i will sell all ma poverty
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awesome
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