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The tree stands
tall but has no leaves,
The man can't lift untill when he
heaves.
Everything is starting to get out of place,
You can't win without
starting the race.
The river's wide but has no bend.
That's why I want
things to end.
I sit upon the ground and sob,
This seems to be a real
harsh job.
I look you in the eye and say,
Things are better off this
way.
Suzie--AGE
14
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