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A Poor man's view

As the rich man’s car went one day speedily by, A poor man’s face soon became covered with dust. So, He stopped, looked, sat, and bitterly began to cry. Then, determined, he rose ready to part from his rust. He walked, walked and walked asking people why, No answer came to him from them but looks of distrust. “Never mind” said the poor man “I will rise so high." “It is all right” added the poor man “ I am nobody to trust." Life came to go on and the poor man was awfully shy. He thought that it would work without any must. He believed that it would go without any try. Chokri Omri

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