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Mar 2013
We are all the best,
So we've been told.
No one is better,
Not him, not her.

Yet a light shines,
On a doorstep.
I am locked outside,
In the cold.

We are together,
In holiness.
I get mine,
You get yours.

Yet I don't have mine,
Someone else does.
We are all social,
So be it.

Our social created,
By an anti-socialite.
Obey, we command ourselves,
Yet we follow lemmings.
JMac
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JMac  Philadelphia
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