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Sun, 02/08/2015 - 03:58 -- thybmb

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There's a coursing river coming right at you

no dams or cares that's a fact.

But I hope you know something,

this honesty isn't fantasy.

I'm not a funny page,

I'm imbuing knowledge

without the proper age.

There's no wisdom, 

just wit and something dumb.

Now everything's gone into a fade

I've only taken, 

I've got to change before I hit the grave.

This poem is about: 
Me
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