ode to humans

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an ode to humans for what they do
an ode to me and you
we call them friends or enimies
for being who they wanna be
sometimes shy, sometimes mean
sometimes dieing at the scene
some are rich, some are poor
but you always find them knocking on your door
we laugh and cry
and hope we never die
we are stealers or we are stars
I still give thanks for who we are





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