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Predict Maturity (From the Adopt a Metaphor experiment)

The boy who laughed has lost his smile,

the tears pool, the eyes glare

His hopes and dreams blurred,

clouded by the youth of his mind and age.

One day he will learn, as we all have,

one day he will smile and laugh again,

one day he will predict his own maturity.

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aric-j-brisolara
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Jan 22, 2012
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