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Rated: E · Poetry · Nonsense · #2190443
Curious? Well, so am I. Tis simply words written of human lives, perhaps it is
Lives must wander faraway to town,
To gain the meaning of bread,
For the little ones to grow.
Perhaps they'll grow with cracks and chips,
Missing hearts, maybe bones.
Perhaps one day they'll find a shop,
Selling, pawning, or giving away,
Broken parts lost without claim,
And maybe the pieces will fit,
The world now a merry place.
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