Poverty exists because the rich love to dance with privilege rather than principles. It is a dance that wears out their souls quicker than their soles.

"She said she wanted to live... You gave her wings...
Now she is flying, got scared and wants to be on ground.
Nothing could be done unless she learnt how to hower over the ground.

You're incredibly beautiful,' I told her, because she was fat, so I thought it would be an especially nice compliment, and also make her like me again, even though I was sexist.

I&#39;m in my usual state up here in the commentary box: high tension, heart beating like a trip hammer, whatever that is.

Written By Murray Walker

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