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Mar 2012
We live in a cycle

my name is Michael

little kid rides a tricycle

while a grown up rides a bicycle

I have a sickle

to my right ventricle

some kid found a nickle

some grown up is being fickle

the red flood starts as a tickle

and ends at a trickle

little kid believes in a miracle

a grown up only sees an obstacle

my name is Michael

We live in a cycle
This wasn't thought out well, but I liked it even if some it is forced and would have to be read with my voice to fit better. Oh well.-----I did make the form fit what I"m talking about though :)
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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