A taste of the good life
Will make you hungry enough
To want to eat more
At the end of defeat
The table is always set
For those willing to
Help themselves from being poor
Somewhere over the rainbow
A pot of gold is not guared
By little scary elves
Why stand outside
Looking into the sky to see
Where the manna has gone
When inside you have the
Recipe to make it on your own
The Immortal Wize
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LP45 says: Great write and an excellent ending question wize. Sort, sweet and to the point. Thanks for sharing. |
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LP45 says: Sorry, i meant short. not sort. |
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2b2b2 says: Word to Life, thanks for the encouragement |
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