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september 9 2009
Turning, changes are making,
Life relining hardly ever stop,
Many people say,
what goes around comes around.
Never mind that we must make the deadline.
Steps getting higher and higher,
And I made afraid to climb,
To sceared to fall,
“Never fall may dear”
Maybe there’s a rest stop somewhere.
How do I look?
What are they staring at?
Me? Why me?
Forget it that is not the questions.
“When will you grow up! ”
“When you let me, maybe.”
Time is passing by a little to quick for me
Maybe I’ll melt in the midst of the heat
If I’m lucky by sifa lombahe
poem by Sifa Lombahe
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