January 18, 2008
Walking down the breezy path
Seeing the bright colors in the trees
You have to do the after math
And then you hear the buzz of the bees
Then it was all better with a hug
No one wants to care
And hopefully they haven’t already dug
The hole deeper in your heart for them to share
And when they are asked they all just shrug
Like it was all truth or dare
No one is going to believe them when the truth is tug
But at least one person thinks that you are rare
And in the end that’s all that matters in the rug
That’s how the story was not fair

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