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Sep 2017
It’s like the same old show,
Moving at a certain flow,
Dating back many years ago.

With a repeating tale,
Leading to no more trails,
Seeking out brand new details.

Craving an interesting quest,
One unlike the rest,
Figuring out the best.

Fighting for the thrill,
And for the lack of a drill,
Needing a cause to fulfill.
Michael LoMonaco
Written by
Michael LoMonaco  35/M/New York City
(35/M/New York City)   
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     Keith Wilson and Michael LoMonaco
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