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The years are all the same. It can't possibly be different next year. A poem about boredom.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 54 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-14-06 - id: 2276539
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Hoping that something will change
That joy will be within range
But no, it is of no use
Each sign of hope is a ruse
Buffeted by life's fickle game
I see it is all the same
All the past years – monotone
Etched unvaryingly in stone
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