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My way
Contributed by
Amicus
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Tuesday, 24th December 2013 @ 03:38:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Theres a butcher in my town
And hes a little sad today
That there are problems in this world
That you cant pray away
And his wife shes a painter
Yeah the real artistic type
With frames of the starving
That cause all kinds of strife
The government tries to help
Or at least thats what they say
Branding us with numbers
To describe our personality
And the Priests tell us differently
The ways to live our lives
But who can say whats happy
Or distinguish faith from lies
So guess its up to you
And what you believe
Each person needs to find their way
Who cares if we disagree
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Amicus
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2013-12-24 15:38:27]
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Re: My way
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by Spike on
Wednesday, 25th December 2013 @ 06:58:36 AM AEST
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I enjoyed the opening stanzas more than the finish, and a little polishing would make it a better poem, but it shines from the dross, alright.
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