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bionic wrote:to be torn is to be tortured, no?
nuthin..ferget about it
so poetry?
The sun comes up
The sun goes down
It tries to never have a frown
But the sun is sad
The sun is mad
The sun is feeling quite unsound
It feels there's no one else around
Nobody says, "hi", "Hey there". "Hello"
It says, " I am here", to a great big zero.
So it hangs on..doning [sic] the best it can
But the sun has become a very sad man
The sun just hangs there, looking all yellow
The sun, it is a yellow fellow
It's wants validation and to be mellow
Please, someone won't you just say, "yo"?
I just made that up off the top of my head, cause' i am cool l,ike that


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