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Collecting brass coins, the shape jingle and smell of copper
In pocket, one is torn the coat is expensive
Looking inside I find calm, I ponder over your reviews products and channels
Advice from Stocks/Shares/Mortgages/Crypto turning with woven weaved rope tying me to life
This is responsible this is necessary, this is obtrusive
Yet is it inclusive?
I file applications and Red Flags appear on high risk countries,
Nigeria to go - to leave - the app says make it dissapear
Waiting in corridors with patience on my face
Iv'e boiled ginger root, plantain and callalo to taste
They flock to eat the soul food
Residing in towers of glass and steel
My back is proud as you buy another product and I can have an eat out meal
Travel is becokining and like the fallen fathers, there is wish to learn this magic
I visualise a house by mountain and sea, with enough to provide to those who have always provided for me
I take your complex terminology break it down to bit size chunks
I smell on horizon my empire providence and tranquility, my glass on wooden table put
And ignore the door that has been shut.
