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Apr 2016
They grow up and go away,
Thought they'd be here.
But they never stay,
This lonely fool believed.
This lonely fool believed,
But I should have known better.
Better than conceived,
I hoped where I should've held.
Because people have their things to do,
Where in as I grow stale.
To disappear would be a breeze,
Where I'd rather sleep.
Doing as I please.
Seth Milliman
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Seth Milliman  South Bend, IN.
(South Bend, IN.)   
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