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My Purse
If, entrusted were I, with a magical purse, one that held what was needed, but not monies curse. One that neither bulged, nor would ever be empty, so when I reached down within, there I'd find plenty. A handful of tolerance, I would pull each day, to pass out to those in need, I met along the way. I would take a fist full of hope, to toss aloft. Scatter it among the throng, letting it land soft. I would enter into the turf of gangs and their wars. Trading peace for their guns, so they would kill no more. I would go to Washington, there I would invest, two handfuls of honesty, perhaps ten, would be best. Charity, I would share, with those who live large. Help them to give some away, so no one need starve. I could change so many things and alter many lives. But, I could also do harm and make so many cry. As it is so easy, to think one self's above, to take control of lives, forgetting about love. So for myself, I'd take a bit to keep myself humble. So that I and my purse, never, ever stumble
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