Poetry

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A poor mans dispised and his words go unheard. to some he is foolish and his thoughts upsurd. At times he wonders, will he get the chance, because money brings honor prestige and romance.One day he will fly to the east side of Rome. Leonardo, Michaelangelo,this place was their home. At a moon lit cafe oh what does he see.A vision of beauty just ordered chablis. Now sitting together here is the toast. Angels were the waiters and God was the host.He looks in her eyes,and says I love you so much. Poor man got excited and woke himself up.With the rock still his pillow and the earth still his bed.No wealth or prestige, and still he lacks bread. These words to the poor man for God loves you too, cause not long ago I was a poor man like you.

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