cheap bowling
fast park strolling
little outing
small doubting
indigestion
simple question
now lies the answer
the african dancer
and in me
i see a tree
just an inkling
stars start twinkling
beat starts pounding
love astounding
oh to die
to live and sigh
and break the walls
and hear that sigh-
its how life is
(i wonder why.)
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