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Jun 2013
Today must be a good day
Or else, I fear
I will throw a fit; or worse,
For I grow weary
Of playing
This little game
Of life
Why am I continuing to play this little game when we all know it has moved to the next stage?
Skye Applebome
Written by
Skye Applebome  Stokesdale, North Carolin
(Stokesdale, North Carolin)   
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