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Nov 2020
People come by,
Eat cheese cake, apple pie,
At the end of the night,Β Β 
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 justΒ Β like blueberry pie.
They wait and wait, never get picked.
Kind the way I waited for you, ages.
Written by
kalo zadukr  USA
(USA)   
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   Zulma and KorbydAngyle
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