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Aug 2011
Add effect
synthesize
bring together ones soul
simple rhymes make us fold
leave behind the familiar mold
believe that you're made of gold
this is what my father told
grow to be young not old
the world isΒ Β not cold
love can not be sold
life isn't on hold
be the bold
revolutionize
We all blend no matter how different we look we all end the same.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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