Cookie Crumbs

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No one eats the cookie crumbs
After they've fallen on the floor.
They're dirty, small, insignificant,
And quite frankly a bore.

I find myself sympathetic,
Since we are just the same.
No one seems to care,
Nor cares about my name.

If crumbles meant something,
Then we wouldn't stay on the ground.
We are just the leftovers,
So we get tossed around.

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