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Jul 2011
There are many hobbies out there
Most of them I do not dare
Some are jokes
Some are fun
Just to think about them
Makes me run

I don’t have a hobby
And I never will
My hands are butter
My feet are stones
I am so alone
Without a hobby of my own

People go ridding
People go swimming
People are singing
While they are running

Me,
I am sitting all on my own
I am so alone
Without a hobby of my own
Heba Badr-El-Din
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