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Oct 2011
We sit in the rain,
Though life may be tough.
I still feel the pain,
And life is the stuff

That makes every day
The same as before,
And spite though you may,
I'm still at the door.

But why we confront
What takes up our time,
I can't seem to affront,
I'm still on your dime.

I look to the sky,
And still question why.
Jack Touchet
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Jack Touchet
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