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The Poor

Don't cry alone, pigs can't fly, and trees can't walk. Don't cry alot, problems are for all, men and women. Don't think alot, time will come for us to laugh. Patience pays, and every successful man, he keeps on trying, day and night. Don't lose hope, tomorrow is yours to become rich quick, and eat like chiefs.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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