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Author Name: Freejohncarter 0 Comments
Date Added: January 27, 2008 07:01:22 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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From the day I was born
My life was just a number
A moment scattered
In the slavery of time
When I look around
I see so many people
Wasting the gift
The clock does not go forward
Time is just a cleverly placed rhyme
Getting older all the time
A string of silly cliché’s
Designed to fool the mind
The wrinkles you refuse to see
Images of you and me
Reflecting time in our obscurity
A head stone to hold me down
Just a number laid in the ground.
From the day I was born
I had a number
Someone picked out for me.


Author's Notes:
Just feeling a bit crap, sorry.
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