Are those part of my folly?
Those words that I've carved to end up with a poesy?
I love my hobby in a way that it's kicky
In a sense that in this world I am free
That a pauper can be a hero daily
For in reality those events happen in paucity
But it's my wish that this occurrence will not be of perpetuity
For most of those poor possessed a heart of humbly
But really of most battle poor can hardly got the victory
But its always to them belongs my sympathy
That If only I got the key to end up their poverty
I will not think twice
Simply I'll set them free...
written: june 30, 2001 @ 8:12 am
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