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Society is just a bunch of little kids Playing in the dirt, Grubby fingers digging in the mud, Wide eyes and buck toothed grins Awestruck by shiny pebbles. All we will ever know or will ever see Is contained in this 10 by 10 square Of ants and stray blades of grass, Hands sticky with fruit juice.
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
Little Kids
Society is just a bunch of little kids Playing in the dirt, Grubby fingers digging in the mud, Wide eyes and buck toothed grins Awestruck by shiny pebbles. All we will ever know or will ever see Is contained in this 10 by 10 square Of ants and stray blades of grass, Hands sticky with fruit juice.
CheshireCat92
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
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