HOPE

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I would have given up
but knew poverty wasn't pun; neither was it fun

Waking up at four
and working till I fall

My muscles are all sore
Want for change has pushed me to the core

I don't know how it feels to be born with a golden spoon; but I'll ask my children soon.

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