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With eyes turned up to the sky In hopes to find that piece of pie How many years of blood sweat and tears Have you not yet made it out of here Always asking for advice When given saying that can't be right All you've got, spinning like a top Waiting for the ball to drop You'll do this till the day you die Wondering what is wrong with life Feel the heat moving towards defeat Press rewind and then repeat Growing accustomed to the craziness Pour more butane on the list Stoke the fire, fan the flames higher Situation is getting dire How many times have you raised your hands Surrendering over to life's demands Always hoping for a change Just this side of deranged Moving along with the crowd To the humming of the vacant sound Religiously you find your seat Press rewind and then repeat

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Date: 9/17/2016 12:00:00 AM
Oh, so many clichés in this one...lol!
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Date: 9/16/2016 6:38:00 PM
I try to be a non-conformist…..it seems like everyone at work has a tattoo but me!:)
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Date: 9/15/2016 2:45:00 PM
Not me brother! I've always marched to my own drum. I love the rhyme and am certain most people can relate. I'm just a little odd:)
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Mike Hauser
Date: 9/15/2016 3:10:00 PM
Odd is good! Lol!

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