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Personal Goal

Few people has strong objections, They advised me, don’t forget, Your tongue is also your mother, It is a duty of us to serve for it. I wrote twenty five years, For one language, one nation, And one race, they never accepted me, I had long suffering without appreciation. I have no limit but my patience, Has a limit that develops courage, How long a person can walk alone? A burning belly needs something to burn. Nobody works free, wages or salary is need, A person who wants to live, a chain of supply, Is only a satisfaction for living? Personal goal, It isn’t a matter in which way do you serve.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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