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Halp Poems - Poems about Halp


Little Man
...A cannibal of currency You’re not yourself anymore. Became your purse long ago, Sense of self tied to coins Of which you’ve never held. Little man, little man, where is your home? The house ......

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Categories: halp, anger, evil, money, political,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry