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Dreams of a Poor Man Sitting on a road wearing dirty torn clothes, looking everywhere for something to eat. The feeling of rats running in his stomach, his mouth watering, alone in his misery; all he can do, is imagine. Big beautiful house, air conditioners, a television, is all he wants, but all he could, is imagine. Delicious, wonderful-smelling foods; Beautiful, expensive, royal clothes around him; is all he wants, but all he could, is imagine. At last, he remembers his family; wife and children. Happily he goes home, thinking family is everything for him. Thank you eyestar-computer stopped!
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