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I greet you in peace as a poor wretched soul
I'm sending this poem to beg and cajole
In hopes that you'll send me a boatload of money
To fill up my bank account and make life so sunny
I've seven months to live, perchance maybe eight
A donation from you sure would be great
The fund distribution has a strict criteria
The money stays local, no funds for Nigeria
All that's required is your sacrifice
And a cashier's check sure would be nice
Please always be prayerful each blessed day
I await your transaction without a delay
The lord is my shepherd, his strength runs so deep
I've miles to go in search of more sheep.

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