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Jun 2010
What am I supposed to do
How shall I make it through
I clench my fist in rage
I look around and no one is there
A person to hold seems quite rare
The stars and planets act as a sage
I think too much, It drives me insane
Ill sit here alone and in the rain
I may be outside but still in a cage
Sean Keane
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Sean Keane  Hicksville
(Hicksville)   
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   matt d mattson
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