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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 2/19/21 Among the dirt and grass Near and far from curving paths It's proven, I don't need to determine that Many once thought, the Earth was flat People so quick to judge and be the first to laugh Events happened slowly or occurred fast Rooftops and areas full of too much bird crap The alcohol never once turned it's back Or was concerned with the fact Of how often and much I was earning cash Praying for my downfall, hoping to see me burning fast All this surging crap Going to give you an allergic rash As well as you facing eternal wrath Kept feeling the love When push came to shove Never once tried to treat me like scum Or to drag my name through the mud Wasn't out to see me pay in blood Always been my bud The dabs didn't judge Or hold a grudge Didn't talk just because They thought they had a clue of who I truly was Never cared if I ever was buzzed Or covered in sludge Whether in the city or country To put it bluntly From here to Philadelphia not always sunny Never once expected something from me Nobody else was there, but it was there to hug me The money Didn't judge me If it got bloody And rather ugly Or if I ever was a druggie or junkie Didn't treat me like a dummy Or think it was so funny Always trying to one up me And being far too touchy Yet so quick to make me suffer unjustly People too often on their high horse, others starving and hungry
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