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[somethinggoodh]

I wrote this, tell me watcha think:

Believe me
I am
I am the fortune teller's son
I write of many teachings'
of which I know none
my father told me years ago
bring me riches of your soul...of your soul
in return I won a dollar
in the back ally
playing poker
I gave the riches up to him
with a frown then a toothless grin
he faded away
I know I must have missed a piece
of riches I have none
I learned a lot in shcool today
today I found a dollar
I gave it away
to the kid down the street
who's mother I saw on the corner
asking money of a man
who's window is broken and taped
the tape is worn
and I think his house must be cold
but he never wears a jacket
and I hope I helped
maybe ust a little
and I miss my father
but I feel a little richer
today
I am
I am the fortune teller's son.

i think it's ok, i hate writing poems for school, so it's a lot different from my usual style.