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This is a poem about what it is like for a poor person. This is to make you understand what people go through in the world.
Submitted:Feb 3, 2012 Reads: 51 Comments: 15 Likes: 9
You can run around and play,
but I can't
You can dance the night away,
but I can't
You can laugh at the TV,
but I can't
You can get the internet for free,
but I can't
You can taste the sweet food,
but I can't
You can easily change your mood,
but I can't
You can smell the beautiful fresh air,
but I can't
You can wash and style your hair,
but I can't
You have everything,
I have nothing.
No hope
No happiness
Nobody
Nothing
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