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Aug 2018
Spring, summer, fall, and winter, here I walk to work.
I sell the pizza, the pay is bad, without a single perk.
I need to pay for college books, the fees leave a shiver.
It's then I think and wonder if, I'm better off in the river.
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   Fawn and Alysia Marie
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