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un-imaginarity


home, school, work

home, school, work

our life seams to be

in a world of un-imaginarity

we do the same rutine 

this dates back to 1913

now insted of horses

we are at work and takeing corses

with our nose in our phones and job

we dont have time to laugh and sob

but we shuld 

and we could

if it wornt for our society

and none of us are realy happy

so we do the same rutine

of un-imaginarity

work, school, home

work, scool, home

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