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Wondering
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0718
Whyville Poet |
Sometimes I lay on my bed
and stare at the velvety black sky
looking past the shimmering sparkles
and I wonder
what if I could go to a place where there was no more hate
no more war
no more anxiety
then I realize
if there were no more hate
there would be no love
and if there was no more war
we would never truly be at peace
and if there was no more anxiety
there would be no more relaxation
then I am back again on my bed
staring up at the velvety sky
looking past the shimmering sparkles
wondering....
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