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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Down the street

I walk alone down the street
while I very slowly drag my feet.
I hear the sirens and see the full moon
and I realize my problems are strewn.
Across the ground is where they lie
I'm so lost and alone I start to cry.
I must start over and life life all new
but all this doesn't mean a damn to you.

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