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walking down on a lonely road which way to go the bad road where all the killing or the good road where its nice and calm walking, walking all the way to a place hearing kids all playing having fun shouting as they go by the ball when it bounces you could hear echos inside the wind blows you could hear the wind whispering to you telling you where to go the wind took me to a place with sorrow awaits for me then i saw a puddle that showed my past and feature.
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thats pretty deep my friend & i like this poem its really good