the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 103 – I’m (Not) Sorry

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You may not advance to “Go”
Nor receive any reward for the knowledge you know

And don’t even think about collecting taxes from me
You ain’t a professional, I see no degree

For fate favors the lucky, the blessed and the pure
And your diseases are something that I cannot cure

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