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Dec 2016
I feel the grounds dispersal
Jump every hurdle
Keep on running
This is infernal

How is it possible
How can life be so fertile
A reappearing obstacle
I'm running in a perfect circle

Here comes another rehearsal
But nothing comes out verbal
I don't under stand
I am just a mere mortal

How can it be possible
There is no reversal
Its all so universal
I just keep running, in a perfect circle

I slip inside
I have a place to confide
A place I can hide
A place I can enjoy the ride

How is it possible
That no one see the portal
We are all standing on a marble
In a perfect circle
Eric Martin
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Eric Martin  Canada
(Canada)   
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