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May 2015
We sit so quietly
Looking at the t.v.
Listening to music on there
Letting the melodies ryhme
Why don't we have nothing to say?
Are we that insecure?
I'm too old to play games
That much I know for sure
It's a warm beautiful morning
And we're stuck inside
It rained the night before
So the ground is quite wet
We sit on uncomfortable furniture
And let the time pass by
Oh, how slow it is going
Because we have nothing to say
I like it when it is quiet
But this is too quiet that it is piercing
I wish I had something to talk about
But it's best to shut my mouth
And continue to listen to this music
james arthur powell
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james arthur powell  44/M/Dubois, Pa
(44/M/Dubois, Pa)   
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