The - Poem by GRANT FRASER
It may not be you at the helm,
No it could be something about you,
You didn't generate the current strife,
and they can't plant anything nowadays,
i mean - deeo in your mind,
they are not there,
and never should they pay the
let there be no return...
the instability is able bodied,
it works into everything,
Money is their God,
and you will not stop this...
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