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Oct 2016
I am sad
I guess it had to come one day
sad with others
sad at brothers
sad at myself
sad with life
sad with autumn colors
brown never went with my eyes
nor went with others
sad to see the mists
sad to feel my feet sweat
sad winter is so cold
sad to look at trees
and this falls
sadly to be me
all I know
is that one day
my sad will pass
but somehow that makes me sad.
True story   P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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