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Monday 21 March 2011

HE SEARCHES


                                    He sat there and he wept,
                                    He rolled and then he slept,
                                    He woke up and he ate,
                                    Just like it was fate,
                                    He was looking for a mate,
                                    Someone he could hate,
                                    Rolling rivers of reasons,
                                    Changing like the seasons,
                                    Confusion with a purpose,
                                    Tell me what can surpass...
                                   

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