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Feb 2020
Your guardians and your kin,
will gladly take you to the circus, you don't even have to move an inch.

You'll spend those days stuck playing games,
of which you never win.

I encourage your whole household to join a band,
Dad on guitar, Mom on bass,
they're picture perfect at pulling strings.

And your siblings can share the drums,
they love to keep the repetitive chaotic noise alive,
just hope and pray they don't tear each other's arms off.
Luke Schunke
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Luke Schunke  15/M/Illinois, United States
(15/M/Illinois, United States)   
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