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Apr 2020
Every morning we find ourselves
Being in this world
How funny is the thought of that
How absurd are the words

Seldom do we think like this
So sure we are of all
But children ask us many a thing
How to sleep and not to fall

Why can one be bored of this
It's a curious fact of life
The forgetting nature common place
Of ourselves we look to find
Written by
Breakwater
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