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Daniel Berg
Poems
Oct 2013
Time and time again.
Time and time again,
I feel I've reached the end,
A kind of deep dark hollow,
Which self-pity soon doth follow.
I feel like a piece of
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Useless material , disposed seen fit.
So many stones I've left unturned,
So many bridges I shouldn't have burned,
What is the point of this thing called life?
All I see is pain and strife,
Though sometimes you feel you've dealt a good hand,
It always comes down, crushed in to sand.
I may not be the perfect person,
I've lived, and learned, and almost certain,
Somewhere in this crazy place,
Maybe here or outer space,
There's a reason to why were all here,
And when we get there I will cheer,
For we are only human, now pass me a beer .
Written by
Daniel Berg
Idaho
(Idaho)
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