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Feb 2019
I'm a scarecrow
I sit there and watch
I think of what I can do
But I just continue to stare

I'm a scarecrow
I'm hollow except for hay
I let my insides spill out
But no one seems to care
I don't think it's finished. But I don't know where to go.
Enjoy.
Chris
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Chris  20/M/Washington
(20/M/Washington)   
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