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Nov 2015
Good days come and pass,
But bad days stop all time.
They bring about
Tears of spite
They darken every rhyme.
I hate bad days
They ruin me,
They take from me my joy.
And sweep away all thoughts of peace
With their malicious ploy.
rootsbudsflowers
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rootsbudsflowers  23/F
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