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Jul 2015
The world seems to be blooming
But I cannot tell
Because of all the people
Who act like endless hell


I say
Get out of here
You don't belong

I say
This world is precious
The things you do are wrong

Their minds are so confused
Far too knotted to ever change
So they keep dragging others down
So that soon everyone's the same
Mary Neagle
Written by
Mary Neagle  Simsbury
(Simsbury)   
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   --- and emma jane
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