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Poor is my life my place Class is my social cross to bare As doors i know will rather be slammed in my face not opend up for the likes of i to enter Membership denied call yourself green so why are you wasting perfectly good paper So if this be my legacy estate or inheritance i leave or pass on to my children Given that one's station is set on stone and can not be risen above Must i or shall i die judged as good or a bad father Did my children not deserve better Or should i even had them in the 1st place or was it a selfish choice on my part But then again money can't buy or trumps love

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Date: 11/29/2020 11:40:00 AM
That last verse speaks volumes Christopher, I heard an old London gangster, friend of the krays, making this statement, “the worse crime a person can commit is bringing kids into this world, in abject poverty”! twisted logic but logic nonetheless, cheers David
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Christopher Flaherty
Date: 11/30/2020 12:26:00 PM
Gotcha David yes think it was Barbara Windsor husband she married. Twisted logic indeed thanks for the comment made me rethink shorten 1 of my poems and add a last footnote to this 1. Cheers great commenting

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