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Rockin Chair
On the way to the hill, those three boys walked down the gravel way, sharing a can of corn. Its so funny it stings my eyes, to truley realize what we lost. this laughter hurts, this knife in my stomach to much. If sorrow, then what after, ive felt sorrow, agony would sympathize and debate. Friends, it doesnt say to well. I thought we'd always be together, so i thought id give my kid one of your names for his miiddle. You think someone died the way things are know. you two wont speak, so none of us do.But i still have it, and i still smile about it. that future gone further from reality, then were the wild things are, my simple little wish that was so small, it would seem a miracle wasted. In me is a kings misery, who watches kingdom crumbles in front of his eyes, for this mediocre dream of mine.
