Change

Sat, 03/29/2014 - 01:17 -- tabs

There is nothing to change

Not one thing to exchange

No one in my range

I may be more strange

But no one can interchange

The rate of exhange

For a temperature change

And that is why

I will not buy

A bitter goodbye

Or a hollow goodnight

What's to change?

Nothing but the sight of a plight

Of the change of the night

From the low to the height

Of a dffering me

I am constantly changing,

And you ask me,

"What would you change?"

Absolutely nothing.

It's a constant of buzzing

And only one would agree

Only one would agree

And that one is me

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