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Nearsighted

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Illegitimate Gibberish
Jamming out with this hit-or-miss
Bull shit
Serenading the pain away
Planning picnics for rainy days
Throwing time away
You're throwing time away
Stop throwing time away
Albert
It's time to play

Force yourself to cry
Because you haven't cried
All the times you lied

All that

Time for girls and boys and
Time for doing nothing till the day is done and
Time for picking fruit and standing tall and
Time for all your trees to fall
And all in all

I'm not great at walking forwards backwards
Basking in the never ending glory days
trying to the erase
the pencil markings made
on the life sustaining place-mat maze

Gaze through glasses double glazed
Walk through adulthood unfazed
My Legos
Little sis'
Replaced

Was it a waste?



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