A Story by Mr Edd

The Riches of being alive

Every morning he walked down town,clean,sweet as honey,sour as lemon juice.he loves who loves him,hates who hates him.fair?
Then came one RichNight,a Night of gold where he only had what he was longing for,a glass of juice,a juice of life.
Never to mention the different homes he has,ofcause,he was homeless and he had already lived his dreams and am glad I left the juice that he drank.

© 2013 Mr Edd

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I do all that men do,God made and I create,I do it with no respect mus it respect me...I invent and aspire no-thing,non living has a mind nor memory than mine,I just think patiently,I am a men.

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Added on March 6, 2013
Last Updated on March 6, 2013
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