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Feb 2017
everyone wants a slice
of the pie, every single one
and only a few do or can;
for most it's pie in the sky
a minority majority have
for centuries kept this so
now we're told that pie
is not quite good for us
our buckets are empty
'til the day that we die
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   Elizabeth Squires and ryn
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