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I never met him

I never met him   I don’t know who he is, the myself. A complete stranger saying he is me But I know nothing about him. I know he was, like his mother, a communist. But after some education and reading 500 books, became A Socialist, for then progressing to the right Admire Trump and Elon Musk I ask, how is this possible without losing. The anchor-hold of his childhood He tells me he had no childhood it had been Destroyed by poverty He had to start again, only to find out all he had Believed was lies upon lies, he stands before me. and has nowhere to go He cast his dice to become an ardent rightist. What does he know other than that he is old? Looking for his future, he has, as usual, left. Things too late

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