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Aug 11
Nobody knows what's good for them
That's why we need to know everything
Make sense of the world
Or it will make sense of you
If you can please the words
If you cannot let them please you
And like a train the roundabout
Got us all in our seat
It is the road to anywhere
But not many places
Lead from here
Abandon ship !
Written by
Pointless Circle  26/M/France
(26/M/France)   
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