Just A Number

Age is just a number an enigma of reality in a picture frame that I can't remember...ya reality is filled with nothing but principalities and technicality's with the little drummer boy pounding away all for Mallory..everyone believes that the world runs on who has the best salary....but the truth is this world is run on the blood and tears of the homeless,poor,and outcasts...and the little drummer boy pounding away all for Malory.

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