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Are we all in an endless battle, with ourselves on one side and the sun on the other?

Submitted:Jan 23, 2011    Reads: 25    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

There is my dream.
The sun is too mean.
If only I could.
I swear that I would.
I try to fly.
Too short of the sky.
What to do?
Here comes the blue.
Changing are days.
Yet another May.
Someone be mine.
Come now, it's time.
I need a ladder.
To stop "badder".


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