Justine and Margie had decided to take the lead in the revolt. They were discussing in muttered tones in their little brother Charlie's room. As he was only two years old, he would not be capable of
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My life is that of a fallen fruit
Fresh, rich and healthy as can be
Succulent and stunning
yet delicate in its ethereality
Yet, over time, it has decayed
Cursed with fowl fragrance.
Undesirable, worthless
Mold of old goals.
My wealth, my status,
was beyond most people's dreams,
as a monarch of mammon.
However, over time,
I met financial demise
I wagered myself away
as a slave of my greed.
I now beg at people’s feet
forever a voluntary victim
of the epidemic of avarice
that decays my soul evermore.
Fresh, rich and healthy as can be
Succulent and stunning
yet delicate in its ethereality
Yet, over time, it has decayed
Cursed with fowl fragrance.
Undesirable, worthless
Mold of old goals.
My wealth, my status,
was beyond most people's dreams,
as a monarch of mammon.
However, over time,
I met financial demise
I wagered myself away
as a slave of my greed.
I now beg at people’s feet
forever a voluntary victim
of the epidemic of avarice
that decays my soul evermore.
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