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May 2019
I open my computer,
And suddenly it seems the average commuter,
Is either suffering and in pain,
But as I look through the window, out the train,
I see nothing but a little breeze,
And so I ask, can we get good news for once? Please?
Selfish or heartless are words that may come to mind,
But it's just that, these days, good news is so hard to find.
Written by
Eve Marinier
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   Ben Noah Suri and Lot
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