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Nov 2015
When I sit here in my chair
I watch everything go on
I look down at my math
And wish I could be gone
I try and think up a poem
But the words escape my grasp
I feel the breeze through the window
And wish I could make it last
Written by
Mike Hack  Alaska
(Alaska)   
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