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Created on: July 09, 2011
The cost of existing is high
Prompting me to cry
No matter how hard I try
I can’t discern, my way in life
Spiraling prices place us in a fix
Per buyers spending pick
Low wages mainly a trick
To craft minority rich
Too create majority poor
Per class distinction core
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