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I Caught me Again Thinking and Dreaming Fresh air by the road that paints my shoes brown in the day soothes my lone self at night. Sitting in a slum and envisioning life in mansions. Troubles no matter how enormous I'd outlive I won't think like my comrades cos I don't want to end like they do With the zeal with which we chase the game I'd hasten my dreams to reach. If I can think the good thoughts here, then my eyes would see and my feet would step there. ©Selorm Charles Deku
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
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I Caught me Again Thinking and Dreaming Fresh air by the road that paints my shoes brown in the day soothes my lone self at night. Sitting in a slum and envisioning life in mansions. Troubles no matter how enormous I'd outlive I won't think like my comrades cos I don't want to end like they do With the zeal with which we chase the game I'd hasten my dreams to reach. If I can think the good thoughts here, then my eyes would see and my feet would step there. ©Selorm Charles Deku
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Aug 1, 2016 at 6:36 PM UTC
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