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Thursday 10 July 2008

"Infantile"

Born on a rough side of town
What is that you fear
Something strikes like a thunder
Lost a sense of direction
He rolls his sleeves
And takes a deep breath
He had a lucky escape
Stumbled upon a stranger
Furious about something
That has nothing to do with
What you seem to believe
Why is it that
We spent much of a life, hating
Than loving someone
Who seems to care.......................................

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