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Mar 2011
The town is too small
the minds are too narrow
Points of view: fixated
on the here and now
but our eyes are set
           On the future

No place to
       grow
           live
              be
                 breathe

We'll run, but only into more cul de sacs
prepare coffee
    set the alarm
         for another replay
             of yesterday
                 of today
                     of tomorrow

I'll live on the hope that
there's something greater out there
because I know
There's nothing left in me
Sean Pugerude
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Sean Pugerude
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