Poem 17: Not a Waste

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Sleepy eyes
Worried sighs
Endless cries
Pointless byes

I inhale deeply
As time goes fleetly
Monthly and weekly
I tumble so sweetly

A thousand fears
A hundred beers
To ease the tears
So we switch gears

Brave and strong
I do belong
It's my theme song
So sing along

Look at me now
I feel like a cloud
High and proud
To have found my crowd.

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