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Life Never Gave Me


Lemons.

Life was not a pleasant time

Naive to any white picket fence

All  I could grab was a cheap lime.

My dreams were all dense.

For my future was a cloud

and  I was a rain drop

Falling farther because I was loud

for I always failed to top.

 

All I look upon to now,

Is to find a lemon

and make lemonade.

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