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The 1% curse yet its own cure
The 1% curse yet its own cure A fifty is seen, a pass rate, a must Half get there, its maths, add and plus That makes half have gone before end of first verse of song. So those who a left, the half remain In the door, a pass they gained I like hobbled, crippled, nothing more Another batch deposed, good bye nothing scored. Being ruthless, with a heart. Each are cast off, left complete, not torn apart. So many say "I could be" Fuck off, you are not for me. It is a curse, a spell, a rudder Guidance required, from another The pool that can give my need 1% of the population, a reality The 1% curse yet its own cure Keeps me honest, keeps me pure Because I too belong to the percentage given Not birth right, yet a status invisible written. Damn it I shall, I will, I am Be Dolly on soap box stand, mega phone pose, held in hand Use it to say: Not spaghetti, false nor<b> spam. </font></b>Why should I not stand on my box, Use words of silk binds, imagines thrown in, a mix of me combined. Paid my dues, status earned: desired. Status, stats, does it matter White noise, back ground clatter. Dyslexic accounting will make you see 99% are the anomaly. DollyDoGood |
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6/30/2013 3:19 pm |
It is a Wonderful pic clothes included! You are right about the 1% - You are worth the curse of the wait for the cure even if late!
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