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By Jack Joseph Smith
Here For The Hell
Isin't it easy to dream,
or to go about yourself
Thinking about life
othet than poverty
The best place in
art, in social gathering
Why other than a gatto?
I imagine no place better
NOT GETING BLACK
Just to be aghin with money
and wood; and brick and morter
All along don't drive away poor
anymore;, taking apart a rainbow
It is land isn't it
We don't make wishes
Maybe you do
So we should