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charles,me, i BeeN through many ThinGs in ma Life , Jump By blockS,
dIss and cut on, Throw in Rikers Twice , Being Raise Broke, Older
brother dat type lost to the streets, no Regular Father, Acs bout 3
times, sum girls actin Hollywood but Raise above aLL dat frm the
help Of my Family N my Day 1's dat was alWays there #always I mean
I always!! I was always smart but I'm happy Dat I had ppl who made
me, also strong and so Many ppl Man so many oThers
There are drugs, gang's initiation Sex drama at young age, people
being slave to expensive corporations. Where you are to suppose
make your money and save as much as u can or invest!!! The dollar
is decreasing that means your money is decreasing too!! A lot of
rich people know that and buy casual clothes and stuff. People and
teens in schools, work, and outside sometimes don't want to work in
uniform because they want to show off everything they had brought.
And, some of these people still broke?? And they still buying
looseys and blacks that killing them slowly by surely and children
getting second hand? Than there are sins being committed a lot such
as jealous. Meek mill had talked about on his intro track how they
love when he was stuck and they hated when he departed. So, true!!!
This Is A New Release Of The Original 1900 Edition.
1900. Begins: Silver and gold lay the landscape beneath the terrace
of the Chateau de Fitzroy, this golden month of September, this
golden hour of the afternoon. The fields of La Celle bathed in
sunlight, the wooded slopes of St. Michel and Marly already autumn
yellow, melted into the delicate hazes of the valley where the
Seine shimmered distantly, stream of burnished silver between the
dim silver of its banks. In the far background, just substantial
against the unsubstantial sky line, poised like the last fantastic
touch of a romantic painter, rose the ruined arches of Marly
aqueduct-that crowning extravagance of the Roy-Soleil. It completed
a picture which in its exquisite unreality, its warmth and glow,
its richness, its stillness, seemed like the dream of a Claude
Lorraine, expressed by that past-mistress of all art, living Nature
herself.
1900. Begins: Silver and gold lay the landscape beneath the terrace
of the Chateau de Fitzroy, this golden month of September, this
golden hour of the afternoon. The fields of La Celle bathed in
sunlight, the wooded slopes of St. Michel and Marly already autumn
yellow, melted into the delicate hazes of the valley where the
Seine shimmered distantly, stream of burnished silver between the
dim silver of its banks. In the far background, just substantial
against the unsubstantial sky line, poised like the last fantastic
touch of a romantic painter, rose the ruined arches of Marly
aqueduct-that crowning extravagance of the Roy-Soleil. It completed
a picture which in its exquisite unreality, its warmth and glow,
its richness, its stillness, seemed like the dream of a Claude
Lorraine, expressed by that past-mistress of all art, living Nature
herself.
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