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mine

it's not my job, and it's not my money.

 

this house does not belong to me.

 

these children are not mine,

 

they were not made

 

by me.

 

you are not mine and I

 

am not yours.

 

the television, the refrigerator, the sofa

 

are but things. not my things. not yours.

 

just things.

 

the dog is not mine, the cat is not mine

 

the sky is not mine, the earth is not mine.

 

nothing remains with me, but me.

 

these are my thoughts.

 

this is my opinion.

 

this is my day to be

 

me.

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Written by
don-sturgill
American
Published
Feb 15, 2010
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Copyright Don Sturgill, 2005

Sarasota, Florida

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