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My future


I sink into my chair at the end of each day, Listening to the news and what the broadcaster will say Killings, starvation and poverty Arson, wars, and armed robbery I think of my future and what it will be Success and knowledge will set me free We need to take action and be dedicated So our generation can be educated
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