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Aug 30
We're all like tailors
Mending our sorrow
Lost within' a career
With no tomorrow

And what good is
A constant struggle
And yet we never
Reach all our goals

And we all just sit
Within' our homes
Content to have a
Place of our own

Content to sit and
Merely to  grow old
While our destinies
We never do know
Written by
Trinidad Apodaca
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