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Opportunities


I may be a little rough around the edges;

perhaps a bit broken down. 

A lifetime full of disappointment,

in a sunken down, useless town.

 

They all move slow

and so do I.

Each searching for something

that money can't buy.

 

Profits up,

profits down.

it makes no difference

in this town.

 

The big city calls.

Opportunities don't wait.

This is one adventure

I can't wait to take.

 

 

 

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