The Dreamy American
I could ascend the
Heights of wealth
Every comfort—no, every
Whim—within reach
Why do you ask me
To pick up a gun
To strip the rich?
That could be me!
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The Dreamy American |
| (c) 2004 Aire Celeste Norell | With
this lottery ticket I could ascend the Heights of wealth Every comfort—no, every Whim—within reach Why do you ask me To pick up a gun To strip the rich? That could be me! |