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Imooverish To Treasure Without Pleasure

Imooverish To Treasure Without Pleasure

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He was nothing but a son of dabbler

Grew up in bourgeois played with ordinary toys 

Didn't have the opulence or splendour and his soul was tender

A man who the world didn't know about grew up in a lot of doubt

But after he grew up he was the talk of the town

He flourished and was triumphant became affluent

He did reductions all through his life did not affiliate, did not have children

He kept  on creating assets, he grew old with no heir

Later when diagnosed of a decapitate disorder  thought why he didn't

Relish his life.

 


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