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Mar 2011
We turn on a clock
we've created ourselves
while the nature around us
seems to sit on a shelf
But it's all moving too
just on its own time
how selfish to assume
this world is only mine!

We live and we breathe
and then our lives are done
But the dirt and the rocks
continue to run
they seem to be the ones
having all the real fun!

In the light of reality
I'm the insignificant one.
Written by
Alexis
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   jeannine davidoff
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