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Must I be another temporary A transitory. Lasting for a short period of time, Because you think I have the mind, Of a child. Am I so much of a tragedy Not worth being in your presents Or company. How dear you have the audacity To judge my authorities. Don’t underestimate me, When you haven’t the slightest idea Who I’m suppose to be. Is it because I’m not corrupt I don’t act like a **** You don’t like me much. Just another doormat. Habitual object of abuse No good use. I’m always for “rent”…. Never permanent! 08/17/07

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