Ramble

Life is Simple,
People are tough,
Loving is foolish,
Kids run amuck,
The genre is broken,
The generation grows,
People are cruel,
Even the nice ones growl,
Forever in heart,
Is five minutes in mind,
To know ahead,
Could raise the deaden signs.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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