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Written By sloane angelou
others fall as my soul prospers
some habits you can't stop because of your love for strangers
if i quit smoking i wonder what will happen to my friendship with my cigarette seller
until i realized how quickly he moved his shop
without thinking of me
still i wonder why strangers regard matters so much for my prosperity.
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