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Saturday, 17 September 2016

poem: you must not think me even a socialist

You must not think me
A socialist, at all.
As I refuse to gaze
on what you see.
It's a theory, my justice.
As long, as I have enough,
I'll show willing,
To my fellow man,
But really, I'm just
appeasing myself.

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