Rags to Rags

It was dark when I heard a dog bark.
The task is to get cast.
Have a career that will last.
Money spends fast.
Poverty doesn't stay in the past.
I can't stand this foul stench.
I have to climb this fence.
Drive a car to commute up the north route.
You won't get far in just your boots.
You can't sing if your mute.
Talent isn't here if you have none.
Stop this isn't fun.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

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