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Life Policy Lit by the light of one lamp, with clarinet backdrop & ashtray, you pitch safety and comfortable Futures. Your neighborhood shows as you trace the map, ruffle the bills and conjure up scarcity. Everybody’s doing it, you say, Hopeful. Take your big dreams, I say through the back door, no one here can sing fate or pick up that dime, anymore. We left crossroads back there with compromise, one nation two hundred miseries and all that commotion. Your dreams are just words like table salt. Me I know this year’s moment will be 2 a.m., my life savings and one train ticket down the fault line.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Life Policy Lit by the light of one lamp, with clarinet backdrop & ashtray, you pitch safety and comfortable Futures. Your neighborhood shows as you trace the map, ruffle the bills and conjure up scarcity. Everybody’s doing it, you say, Hopeful. Take your big dreams, I say through the back door, no one here can sing fate or pick up that dime, anymore. We left crossroads back there with compromise, one nation two hundred miseries and all that commotion. Your dreams are just words like table salt. Me I know this year’s moment will be 2 a.m., my life savings and one train ticket down the fault line.