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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368378" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Truant-vagrant-usher To A Manager.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life's a mystery, i can say, <br>after along journey up today, <br>was i a prisoner of yesterday? <br>No! but a convict of everyday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Being a tenant of moral decay, <br>as truant i thought o key, <br>being sturbon i felt joy, <br>i wasn't a man, but a school boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Observe this carefully, <br>then feel it practically, <br>how i lived arrogantly, <br>then judge me correctly, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To be chased out of school, <br>told my daddy it was cool, <br>to have time for a swimming pool, <br>real i was more than a fool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life changed after school, <br>being a vagrant i felt blue, <br>i ate the remains that's true, <br>children started shouting at me booo! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i was a real looser, <br>a convict without a trouser, <br>my fate was closer, <br>thinking how stupid i was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sorry for the story but ooh please, <br>i have a train to catch, <br>am late in the church, <br>went there to fetch my faith, <br>became an usher like a torch, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now i show people where to seat, <br>just trying my level best, <br>reminding myself how i was a beast, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">waaoh! <br>I see a woman's coming, <br>i feel how best she is, <br>specially on her chest, <br>i feel lost, <br>as feelings are the mastermind of being a beast, <br>(just sometimes) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she said in a lower voice, <br>hey usher! <br>you can touch if you like it, <br>you may eat if you want to, <br>be mine if you feel that, <br>but not until he mass, <br>in fact am a spinster, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she new me, <br>as a husband and the owner of a company, <br>this one i'll never blow it away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dickson+Mseti">Dickson Mseti</a><div class=q>
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after along journey up today, 
was i a prisoner of yesterday? 
No! but a convict of everyday.

Being a tenant of moral decay, 
as truant i thought o key, 
being sturbon i felt joy, 
i wasn't a man, but a school boy.

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