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Aug 2011
When i look around, all i see
Are these people so different from me.
I try to fit in but don't get the point
I do what i can to work this rusty joint.
As the world keeps spinning round
The rocks get heavier by the pound.
And as we grow older
The rock turns into a boulder.
Written by
Dan Cancglin
760
   Autumn
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