I need a poem on Oliver twist
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Answer:Life
Life is just a series of rooms
You spend time in
full of all the people
You shot grams or
smoked a dime with.
Full of all the people
You laid next to
to rest your head.
Full of all the people
Who would end up dead.
Life is just a series of questions
You gotta answer to.
Like how did God decide
On All the people
He gave cancer to?
Why some things you never had
Will be the best you'll never have?
Why all the good things in life
Gotta Hurt so bad?
Rooms full of questions in my head.
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Answer:
Born without a father,
And told about a dead mother.
Life seems like hell experimental.
Oliver Twist suffered even from his age of natal.
There has been no room for comfort.
And humiliation made up his lats resort.
Life is never easy on the street.
As there were sometimes, nothing to eat.
Time and days rolled into years.
Whiles hopes and dreams fell like tears.
The striving continued even harder.
Like the hopes of a suffering mother.
Oliver found himself in the company of crime.
And so then continued my rhyme.
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