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Black Friday
After work
In my bed
I can feel the breeze of the afternoon
Smell of oak in the air
As flames burn in the fireplace
The world is a sad, sad stage
Black Friday morn
Ten o'clock
People waiting outside store doors
Yeah, they are
Wallets out
Aisles filled with smoke from cigarettes
The world is a sad, sad stage
Trying again
To fend for myself
And all that I am
It's come down to this
And, let me say
This world ain't always been this way
You said forget just who you are
And continue to follow
The north star
poem
by
Pete Rivera
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