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Nov 2012
Staring out into the stormy winter night

in one of those old-time diners

The jukebox tunes the only thing keeping me alive

I've been tripped and trampled on for far to long

this is the end of the line, a dead end

The song comes to an end, and the jukebox is silent

I'm out of change
The music dies with the jukebox


By: CB
BMS Poetry Club
Written by
BMS Poetry Club  Lee Land
(Lee Land)   
875
   Cameron Godfrey and Sammi
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