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Nov 2020
People come by,
Eat cheese cake, apple pie,
At the end of the night,  
Those desserts are gone.
Except the blueberry pie at the corner.

Nobody eat, lonely blueberry pie,
They get thrown away every night.

Some life are just  like blueberry pie.
They wait and wait, never get picked.
Kind the way I waited for you, ages.
Written by
kalo zadukr  USA
(USA)   
89
   Luz and KorbydAngyle
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