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strangles love
kills compassion
destroys one’s soul
yet we make rich people
our heroes
long to win the lottery
want more, more, more.

I asked a rich man
if he could walk away
from all he had
he shook his head
though he knew I was right
his need to hoard
was killing his soul
on that we both


Thank you to Stacey, my muse for this poem, a woman of great courage. Visit her blog and find the treasures she is leaving there for us:


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