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No More Yoyo, We'Re Goin' Solo

Our laughter is no longer Harassed under the strict metered Of syllabic counts At a distance You neither hear a sound Nor a word Yet whenever there is A pandemonium, Be aware, you’re not in a flea market But...in the mirthful grin Of their malicious lips, Thank goodness, we’re now on our own!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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