Give me a dollar brother.
How about another?
My pocket is running slim.
My life turning grim.
Vids and games costing a lot.
Phone and net causing a knot.
Hanging me hard man.
Wrecking my life’s plan.
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Author:
James Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2025 19:27
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Comments1
This seems like talk that would go on between brothers. A lovely write of being down and out keeping him from keeping him from doing what he wants.
Thanks soren for commenting
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